My mind screams and snaps words of disapproval as I try to flee the scene.
Off in the distance a soft voice tells me not to fret because I did the right thing.

My vision began to blur as my legs moved against my will.
Tears flooded my cheeks when I finally realized that dark sticky blood covered my hands.
How many times does this has to happen, my mind wondered.
Always, something deep within replied.

“Who said that,” I said aloud.
Although it came out as a statement instead of a question.
A shadow passed over me and the darkness threatened to appear.

It’s time…said the darkness.
I can’t…please…don’t make me. I just want to be normal! My mind screamed.
Even though I begged and begged, my pleads were denied.
The darkness finally won.