Pain isn't a game.

The pain in my stomach began to hurt even more.
And as more blood began to fall, more tears began to fall.
He killed me.
The one who i thought i loved killed me.
As soon as i felt that knife pierce my skin,
I knew he was lying when he said he loved me.
I looked down at the knife still in my stomach.
I just couldn't take it out.
Not yet.
I stumbled up to the last step of the stairs and tried not to fall.
My stomach hurt even more when i tried to put pressure on it.
But it wasn't just my stomach that hurt.
My heart was in agony too.
And sometimes it hurt even more than the knife wound.
When i finally got to the attic door,
I grabbed a dark red rose from the little desk.
I looked down at the knife and closed my eyes as i pulled it out.
I looked at the knife and how it was covered in blood.
My long white dress was covered in blood too.
My blood.
I never thought i would die like this.
But i knew there were worse deaths so i tried not to complain.
I opened the black attic door and instantly felt,
Relieved.
Relieved to find a resting place.
I held the rose and knife loosely in my hands at my sides.
And i walked over to the black coffin in the middle of the room,
The coffin was the only thing i saw.
The coffin was the only thing i wanted to see.
A thousand words were running through my head.
My head started to throb and i felt like my whole body would explode.
I stood next to the coffin in the darkness and touched the inside of it while holding the knife with my bloody hand.
The out side was a shiny and sleek black,
And the inside was blood red silk,
i stepped on the stool with blood dripping down my legs and laid down in the coffin that was never to be buried.
Never to know the soils of the ground.
Never to know the people i was supposed to be buried next to.
No.
The only thing this coffin will know, is the dark air of the attic above my murder scene.
The only thing this coffin will know is the loneliness of no one beside it.
It will know nothing of proper burials.
I will know nothing of proper burials.
I laid down in the coffin of mine,
I put the rose and the knife on my stomach,
And closed my eyes.
I took my last breath if cold air,
And my last slice of hope for a good after life,
Completely disappeared.
I felt a lonely and freezing tear slowly make it's way down my cheek.
And i felt a deep, and sorrowful darkness form around me, ready to take me.
A darkness, i had hoped i wouldn't feel, until i had actually lived my life.
Until i had actually felt the wrinkles form on my face.
Until i had told stories to my grandchildren.
Taking pictures of my childhood and showing it to them.
Until i had actually married.
I felt the darkness grow and as it did,
I finally rested.

And that, ladies and gentlemen of the audience, is the end of this show.