"I hate you I hate you I hate you!" I screamed over and over again as I stabbed lifelessly at the corpse, my hands moving on its own like a broken marionette. I wanted to hear his torturous screams but he was sadly already dead. I wanted him to beg for mercy like I had, scream like I had, cry like I had, feel the pain I had felt. Endless tears spewed out of my eyes like a broken dam, I didn't have the energy to even lift my hand to wipe them away. The only energy I had left was focused on to continually stab the monster hiding in human flesh.

He's dead but the hot anger won't dissipate, it's fuming and roaring like a caged animal. I just want everything to end, before I didn't have the guts but now I do. My body is tarnished and dirty, broken and dismembered, ugly and grotesque. With a final stab at the rotting corpse everything goes black as I tear open my neck, why had this happened to me? I close my eyes as the pain entraps me. Wishing for nothing but sweet death.