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Final Stand

Elf Dragon

Yet again they haunt me in this hellhole that is my home.

I lost my friends; I lost myself forever in the confusion.

Things happen for the best or worst, life wasn't meant to be easy.

Sometimes you make mistakes.

No one means to but everyone does.

I struck without considering my options, only looking when the blood already flowed staining my hands crimson.

Life isn't easy.

Everyone is weak in a way; everyone is strong in another.

Sometimes words cut deeper than actions.

The words haunt me no matter what I do how much I pretend. I am weak.

I'd prefer being hit; when your wounds heal you forget them left with only a scar.

Words tear you apart from inside and leave you weak you never forget words.

I've considered suicide in a way I still am it makes me sick thinking about it.

It's a loophole, it could drive me insane, and it could also stop the torture.

For what it's worth I'm sorry for the times I've struck in rage, for the times I've caused pain. I live with a small hope that one day they'll forgive me and the words will leave my head. Life isn't easy… but it's your choice. Laugh or cry. Heal or hurt. Live or die.

You could ignore my warning; you could think I'm crazy. I'm not, I was like you once, arrogant, and I thought I was fine. I thought I had built up a wall unbreakable I could take any pain. I was a fool my wall shattered and left me helpless words hit me like a knife. When I rebuilt my wall it's to late the words never leave they never stop they make me think they have then they strike. Walls stop physical pain not mental. Now even breathing hurts I can't take this. I'm not crazy. I'm a fool. I ruined my life. Don't do the same. Don't be another fool.

"Mr Leonhart. What do you think?" the man asked. I gazed at the last memory of Seifer Almasy, my old rival. I looked around the shack he'd lived in a small one-room thing a small bed and no light. "We found his body in the river near the house. It was suicide." He spat, " good riddance to bad rubbish." Yet again I looked at the only page off Seifer's diary. "No," I said, " Seifer just made one mistake we all do but his ruined his life. I forgive him I hope he truly rests in peace." The man snarled at me. I put the paper in my pocket. "Goodbye Seifer."

That is the end it's short but the message is words hurt they sting.

Elf Dragon.