What was it that I did, what was it that I said, what crime, what sin, just what did it take for the knives to pierce my heart, cut my flesh wide open, exposing my insides for the crowd to ridicule. No pain, no soreness, no agony.
Only the never-ending despair.
You, the one with the eyes of steel, shooting bullets with just one look. You, the one in control, taking over my thoughts as you please. Towering over me, strangling me, corrupting me. Weak under your spell, trapped in this loop of a nightmare.
"This is not the end", you said, with a knife ready to spill blood.
"I will not let it end", you uttered, the blade almost touching my throat.
"You won't regret it", you claimed, a wound already forming where the metal met skin.
A sharp inhale of breath. A rapid heartbeat. A hopeless scan of the surroundings. All eyes were on me, stripping me of my identity, stealing the last strand of trust I had left, ripping my humanity to shreds, tearing my senses apart, until I was no longer worthy of existing.
Empty.
"After all, you deserve all this", it whispered, and the smell of blood filled the room.
