The tears. They wouldn’t cease. The blood... ever-flowing.

Why me? I could've asked that a thousand times.

I thought I'd ended it. I thought I had saved myself. Sure, it was the worst thing I could've done; I know it was selfish; /I know./ But... why me?

As I stare at the dagger, I can't help but pity myself. How come they didn't fix me when they 'fixed me'? Surely if you can bring someone back to life, you can make them better.

Right?

Footsteps, getting closer. I can almost feel her condescending smile, her false pity.

"Why me?" I say, my voice shaky and stiff; I couldn't help but ask aloud.

A sigh; I can hear her smile. She must be smiling; she always seems to be. "Because you're perfect, Luna. You're the bridge to--"

I turn and glare at her, too tired to care about much now. "Shut up right now." She only smiles in response. "Stop monologuing, okay? It's my turn: You made them all hate me. You made me hate myself. You ripped my life to shreds; it's high time I return the favor."