You Sadistic Pansycake.

I Want To Be Brave, And Selfless, And Smart, And Kind, And Honest.

To Find That Place Between What I Want And What I Think Is Wise.

I Feel A Thread Tugging Me Again, But This Time I Know That It Isn’t Some Sinister Force Dragging Me Toward Death. This Time I Know It’s My Mother's Hand, Drawing Me Into Her Arms. And I Go Gladly Into Her Embrace.

Life's Something We Already Understand. Death Is A Mystery.

"what Did You Do?” This Time The Question Tears From My Throat Like A Growl. I Throw Myself Toward Him. “what Did You Do?” I Scream. “you Die, I Die Too. I Asked You Not To Do This. You Made Your Decision. These Are The Repercussions."