Do It

"Do it!" He said, forcing me to pick up the knife and point it at my wrist.

"Do It!" The voice was shrieking now, impatient.

He's going to kill me. Years of being banished to the darkest corners of my mind, among dead memories has driven him over the edge.

"You're going to DIE!" The shrieking started again.

I believe it. I'm going to die.

The End

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