Regret
My name is Cassie Rose.
I have done terrible things...
Perhaps now that death hovers over me, I've had time to reflect. There is nothing but the continuing drone of the ender mites, screeching and hissing far down below.
I'm starving; it's a painful way to die.
Should I just end it? Would the fall get me? Or would the Ender mites?
How did I get here? Trapped by one of my own creations.
Jesse, was that his name? Jesse.
He left me down here, left me to die. He wouldn't give me Winslow, he just walked away and didn't look back. Why? Perhaps this is better, so Winslow won't join me in oblivion. I decided long ago I'm not mad at him.
Yes this is better.
Oblivion...I wonder if the Youtubers are there, and all the other people I had killed. Or would I end up in some other place? Where do people go when they die?
We never discussed such things when I was with the Old Builder's. Death was such a passing fancy at the Games, no one truly died long. Then I ended up here, trapped here on this wretched world, and not once in all my scheming to get home did I ever truly wonder.
Dan, Lizzie, Stampy, Torque, Stacy...Captain...I was their friend, or so they figured. It had been so real to them, and nothing, nothing, to me.
God I tried to kill them, I actually succeed more than once. Captain, Torque and Lizzie, would they forgive me if we met again in oblivion? They probably wouldn't, I know I wouldn't if I was in their place.
Why did I kill them?
I wanted to go home.
Why did I want to go back-?
You shouldn't have bothered they didn't want you back. You could have had a life here, you could have moved on.
I could have had a life.
I'm too weak to cry, the screeches of the Ender mites mirror my internal screams. This could have been mine, this world could have been home. It would have been a good life-
I could have made itreal!
It's cruelly ironic, a younger I wouldn't be sorry, and a younger me would laugh and kill again. Please let the death stop, I want it to end, let me be the last.
I hope I go soon, I want to see those I've hurt, I want to say I'm sorry, so, so, sorry.
The Ender mites are going quiet, they sound so far away. I think I'm going now, it's getting dark, have the torches gone out?
I'm finally leaving...My name was Cassie Rose, and I regret the things I've done.
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"Cassie?"
Emily the Avenger Requested:
Prompt: Regret (and death too, maybe, IDK)
Person: Cassie Rose
Author's Section:
I hope this is to your liking! I had to scratch my brain on this one!
Thanks so much for reading hoping to post again soon!