I don't own Kappa Mikey. I do own any OCs and the plot to this story.
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thought
flashbackdream
Elizabeth's POV
I laid down on my bed and grabbed a small red book and a pen from the dresser beside me. I words filled my head and I wrote every last one as a poem.
How could I trust them, those who claimed to be kind?
I suppose that when all seems lost, a friend is what someone aims to find.
But all that is truly found is lies,
People are nothing more than creatures who despise
Those who are not like them in every way
That will not change on any day.
"Maybe, just maybe, if I were to lock my door and kill myself, no one would... Maybe if I felt a little pain..." I took my pen and desperatley tapped my mirror until a good sized piece fell off. It shimmered like a sweet jewel. A sweet jewel that could free me from the Hell I lived called life. I slowly lifted it above my forearm and made a small cut. The blood ran down like a crimson tear. Oh, how I wished that I could cry with it.
I won't finish myself off today, but I will soon. Soon I willjoin those who have found the sweet nectar of death and no longer have to bear the pain of being an animal. When the time is right, I will die. Die! Die! Die! I can see it now; the person who finds me will try my door and find it locked, but it will eventually open. They will see me lying on the bed, my face looking at the wide city outside my window. They will call my name, but they will recieve no answer. When they come around they will see the blood upon the sheets and then find the slash upon my wrist. The mirror will be stained red, but it will reflect my face. Silent. Serene. Happy. But they will not care. No one will.
I have officially gone off the deep end and apologize for the short chapter.