4. Blood
Blood. Blood, and blood, and blood. Runny red liquid mixed with tears as you all but tear me apart. Slashing with the knife, scratching with your nails, punching, kicking, hitting, biting.
Why? Why me? Why did it have to be me to receive the ring? It only brought me sorrow, and pain.
Pain. Pain, and pain, and pain. It never stops. Ripping through me with every slash, cut, and breaking of skin.
Your words don't help either. Calling me worthless, unlovable, a disgrace to the world. That I'm not even worthy to be in your presence. You way you want me dead.
Why won't you kill me then? Why won't you end this misery? It would be too easy, you say. Too easy? You think death would be easy?
I should have expected as much. The last thought that flashes through my mind is how much I wish this would end, a wish I know will never come true.
My world goes black… for now.
Blood.