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I’ll be the first to admit I’m a little bit… different. I stood in the bathroom door and watched as my cousin killed herself. I didn’t cry, scream, or call for help. I don’t even think I blinked. I watched as her kicking feet became motionless and her wide fearful eyes became lifeless. Something about not being able to undo what you’ve already done is stimulating to me. In those last precious moments, did my cousin regret what she had done? Was she looking to me as a life line? Did I have her life in my hands? Should I feel bad because I wanted to see her take her last breath. I wasn’t going to save her… it was too late for that. I felt a tingle in the pit of my soul when the noose tighten around her neck and her hands reached out for help… Some may call it evil, deviant, malicious or immortal but honestly, I don’t give a shit. I guess that’s why I ended up in a mental facility for most of my teenage years. They said I took it way too lightly for someone who witnessed it happen in front of their face. Now that I am out… living what people call a normal life, I see a lot of people like my cousin. They want a way out… So tired of living the normal life, never living up to people’s standards. Well that’s where I come in. I lure these worthless coed’s in. Give them a shoulder to lean on… Tell me all their troubles. I don’t give them hope. Oh no, the world is a fucked up place and will always be that way. I encourage them. I help them find a way out…. And if they back out well, it’s too late. You’ve already made a deal with the devil’s princess. It’s time to meet your demise. Remember you can’t undo what’s already been done. You have to live with each decision you make… or in this case, Die.
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