5
For the first hundred years I kept me sanity by doing anything I could to get stronger. But that couldn't and didn't last forever. So I just slept, I lost count of the years. As I slept memories came from my past, memories I hated. Images flashed before my eyes, I saw my mother, my father, and I saw my two brothers and my sister. Our house our dog, I wanted the images to go away, I destroyed that part of my life with my own bare claws. "Get them out of my head!" I smashed my head against the floor, blood poured over my eyes. Things started to get fuzzy. I brought my head back and with all my might I trusted my head down at the floor.
I woke up some hours later, the blood still on the floor. The blood had dried on my face but my injuries had healed. "What can I do? I can't smash my head hard enough, suffocation won't work, what can I do?" Then it came to me, I put my hands on my head. I pulled hard, I felt the skin start to rip. The veins in my neck spurted blood as they broke. My esophagus snapped cleanly off, and my head fell to the floor. I was able to see my headless body crumple to the ground, then black.