"Y-you can't die,"
"Why,"
"C-cause you can't! If you do, I'll be sad!" The little girl shouts, stomping in place.
"Then you're useless," I respond before slamming the door in the little girl's face.
"Wait! Don't go! Hold on; I'll get help!" The little girl shouts while I could hear slowly dimming footsteps running away from my house, leftover by my parent's inheritance.
Tup Tup Tup
I walked through the house's dark hall before reaching the kitchen, where I grabbed the sharpest knife I could find and pressed it against my neck.
My hands began to shake, and I spaced out for a bit, and I only came back once I heard a banging on my door.
I sigh once before placing the knife on the kitchen counter and walking up to my front door without opening it.
"**** Are you in there?!" I hear a woman's voice say as she bangs on the door.
Huh? Who is she talking to? And what was that first part?
"Hello?"
