 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
He dug his nails against the stone, refusing to allow the burning in his mind to take control over his body.
"Trying to fight are we, Darrin?" sneered a voice inside his head. "I could always make it easier on you, and command you to kill yourself."
Seething at the mouth, she swore aloud,
"I swear, you push me once more and I will..." he cried, tears streaming down his heated cheeks, his feet pressed upon the outside of the cool rock. All he wanted was for all this to be over, for the pain to subside and to be in peace. And if suicide meant peace, he was prepared for that. |