I’m the last one, the last emotion, the last straw, the last chance.
I killed them all, every last one of them. They were a pain to me anyways, always telling me to “cheer up”, “life gets better”, “you’re strong”. It was sickening.
I looked through the mirror seeing my hosts wrist, with a blade bending down on it. I pushed the lever oh so gently, leading the knife to rest against my hosts wrist....
