A/n: I know that i said that the last chapter was the end but i didn039;t like the ending so i decided to erase it and create a new and better ending039;hopefully039; so please tell me your HONEST opinions! they all mean a great deal to me, believe it or not but they do. and once again thank you so much for all the lovely and honest reviews! and a special thank you to Olivia, Ashley and Amanda for staying with this story and sending me feedback on there honest opinions! so thanks so much for your support guys! and now on with the pie!

I can feel the cold marble tiles against my hot sweaty skin as it caresses against my flesh. My sobs echo through the bathroom as I lay my head on the edge of the bathtub. I continuously tell myself to breathe; just to breathe, after all we already knew we weren't supposed to be. I can feel more tears flowing down my cheeks.

"God! Why do you have to be so cruel!" I whisper as I hear my voice bounces of the walls. He doesn't answer though, he never does, and that's what makes me hate him just that little bit more.

"There all supposed to be dead, you have failed again," His deep voice swells around in my head. He sits next to me, avoiding eye contact as he looks at me.

"Have you finally realised the torment they have all put you through?" He says a bit louder. I force myself to say something, anything, yet my sobs get the better of me as I just continue to rock myself.

"I...I cant take it, I don't want to live," I whisper as I lay my hand on his, only to have my hand go through him. My lips quiver as I quickly take my hand away from his; my daze lingers on his dark eyes, which seem so lifeless.

"Then don't," he says simply, as he points to the mirror in front of us. I look up to it, as I see nothing, no reflection of him nor me.

"How can you live like this" I whisper to the man which is next to me, yet not bothering to look at his hurtful eyes. "I don't," he whispers back as if mocking me. I ignore it though as I slowly get up on my feet as I dawdle to my destination. I walk towards the mirror; I slowly put my fingertips on the cold glass.

I think about this so-called life that I will soon leave behind. Nothing but hurtful memories remain inside, I don't seem to remember any good times. I tried to though; I tried so hard to remember at least one good thing, but I couldn't and it was excruciating. Without thinking, I hold my fist in the air and swing it as hard as I can into the mirror. The glass crumbles into thousands of broken pieces as it clatters on the floor next to my feet.

I slowly look down at my now bleeding fist as I clench it tightly into a ball. I smile at the pain, the physical pain I feel is no were near the pain that I feel inside, if only they all knew. I gradually look back at Max as I see him smile also. I slowly bend down to pick up a piece of glass as I intensely look at it. I run my finger over the edge as blood runs down the object. It's almost exhilarating, watching my body bleed, watching it hurt and all I can do is smile.

I can feel glass penetrate through my bare feet as I walk across to where Max's figure sits. I sit on my knees in front of Max as I lift my red t-shirt up to were my child lays in my womb, were my child seems so peaceful. I hold the piece of glass tightly as I softly stroke my stomach. Most people would think I've lost it, that just because I'm going to kill my own child, my meaning of living that I've lost any sanity I once had. Yet what they don't seem to understand is, that I don't want my child to live in this vindictive world of torment and agony.

I slowly begin to slice my stomach open as I can see flesh and blood seep out of the small yet deep cut. I hold my breath waiting to hear my Childs last heartbeat as it slowly fades. I let go of the piece of glass, which was in my hand as it drops on the floor, breaking as it lands on the tiles. I wipe my bloody hands on my already red shirt. With my right hand I slowly dig my hand into my stomach were the cut is, as I reach in to grab my child, to see its beautiful face.

The pain is almost unbearable, I try to hold my mouth with my left hand to stop a cry from escaping my lips. If you think killing my own child was easy you are greatly mistaken. Although I don't have any regrets because now my child will be happy, and now it wont have to live in this cruel, heartless world, yet still that doesn't mean that the pain I feel doesn't hurt any less.

Blood which drips out of my wound as I pull my dead child out of my lifeless body. I smile as I see two beautiful children, twins, as I realise one was a boy and the other was a girl. Tears drip down my cheeks as I realise they will both go to heaven were they belong. They're so small, so fragile and so beautiful at the same time, and I don't even know how old they are nor can I remember.

I look over towards were Max is sitting as I see a grin on his face as he watches my dead children lie on my breast as I rock them back and forth in a rhythm. I sing a lullaby as I'm slowly looss consciousness; I force myself to stay awake for this precious amount of time.

I snap my eyes awake as I realised that I cried myself to sleep, I quickly get up and run towards the sink as I vomit up blood. I franticly rip my shirt off to see if my child is all right, to see if I still have a cut were I sliced my stomach open. I take a few deep breaths as I realise that it was only my mind playing tricks on me, I rub my stomach, trying to give my child some comfort.

I look up to were the mirror still sits on the wall and where still there is no reflection of me in site. I laugh bitterly, I couldn't help myself nor control myself, as I swing my fist towards the mirror, it smashes in tinny little pieces. I look down at my fist as I watch it bleed in amazement.

I hear a loud bang on the door as I snap my head towards the sound, I look at the door intensely as I debate whether or not I should open it. I walk slowly towards the door as the person on the other end continues to knock louder and louder. The thuds seem to make me want to break something, smash it in tiny, little pieces as small as my children.

I quickly wipe away my tears, which fell only moments ago as I reach for the door nob; I twist it slowly and soon after, open it. I'm surprised to see Maria at the other end as she looks at me with sympathy, which only makes me angrier.

"What do you want!" I demand frustrated.

Her gaze falls onto the broken glass, which is shattered all over the floor and then at my hand, which has pieces of glass still in my fist.

"You're bleeding," she tell me, like I don't already know, I quickly hide my hand behind my back, out of site. I look at her with an emotionless expression on my face as I shrug, "What do you want?" I demand.

She stutters for a moment as I see her getting impatient, "You've been in the bathroom for more then two days! And its our only bathroom" she tells me, as she takes her eucalyptus oil out of her pocket. I roll my eyes, as I use to when ever she use to sniff that crap as I close the door in her face.

I look around the bathroom; my eyes soon see the broken glass, knowing that I have to do something about it. I take a deep breath as I hold my hand over the shattered glass as I try to concentrate, surprisingly it was harder to control my alien powers then it was before. Perhaps it was easier before because I was playing on my emotions. Soon enough I manipulated the structure of the broken glass into a whole piece, into a mirror. I slowly yet delicately move it towards the wall were it once hung. Satisfied with the results I put it down gently and then turn around towards the door and open it.

I still see Maria with her mouth wide open as she glares right through me, "You just did not do that!" she finally says sarcastically. I look around the corridor and then back at her, "Nope I didn't" I reply, with a small smile placed on my lips.

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