She screamed. The voices wouldn’t let her go.

They were croaking, sputtering, screeching for her to be with them, to end her life. She’d never have to be alone again, not if she had the voices.

She relented against the torment, yet all for all her strength it was worth nothing. She couldn’t believe in her self. She was no one, and no one was her.

With a final cry she gave herself unto the voices and let go, seeping a glittering crimson goodbye as they dragged her further and further into the abyss.

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