She shut her door and fell to her knees.
"Dear God if you're listening, please help me!"
And there was that voice whispering in the back of her head.
"You'd be better off dead."
Her shaky hands covered her ears.
Her mind had finally got the best of her after all these years.
She grabbed her knife that she used to cut her wrists to feel alive.
But now was her time.
At least that's what she was told by her mind.
"Just do it."
One stab to the chest, blood ran down her legs.
She fell to the ground, trying to catch her breath.
But all that was left was death.
No more games, this wasn't a test.
Just complete darkness.