"Grima, come back to us. I know that you are not evil, you were tricked, come back to Rohan." Theoden said to me. I had doubts of course. Surely he wanted me dead, after what I caused.
"Wormtongue, you dog, stay here!" Saruman said to me, back slapping me, sending me sprawling. "They are all going to die" He said loud enough for everyone to hear. Then quietly, so I would only hear, "Eowyn too, she was never going to love a dog like you." He said sneering at me. That was all I needed to snap.
As Gandalf tried to persuade Saruman to help them, I drew my knife, he would never help them, only betray them, as I had done. I came up behind him and stabbed my knife into my back. A sharp pain came through my shoulder. I looked down and saw the arrow. I fell to the ground and saw Saruman fall, dead from his tower. I slipped in and out of consciousness for just a short while. Slowly, the pain disappeared, and I felt calm, like I had finally come to peace with myself.
"I am so sorry." I whispered, knowing I would not be heard, not caring. I closed my eyes and waited for death to take me. I imagined Eowyn in my head, wearing white and her hair flowing her face, like that day in Edoras. Yes, the pain in my shoulder and my soul was now gone.