BrandonCP (2015-01-30 08:26:16)

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These items I lay in front of me, are of meaning. You have broken my heart for the final time. I'm finished with your incessant recklessness. Your selfishness, which relieves your stress, which is unrelated to me. Why should I suffer from events in your life? I'm willing to share it. But I'm not okay with being shunned away from it. So, as I lay these items in front of me, I ask to you consider, what could you have done differently? Anything that I decide to do in the next 25 minutes, is all directly related to you. Anyone who has that much control on my feelings, my life, and my heart, should deserve that. Maybe you didn't deserve my love from the beginning. These 5 items I lay in front of me, symbolize the solution to all of this. This pain, that I had no way of knowing about, and no reason to receive, are the reasons for the items that I lay in front of me. Anyone picturing anything in their head, should know that I have a roll of fishing line in front of me. Adjacent to the fishing line, I have scissors. Not lame, safety scissors. Sharp, zip-tie scissors. Above those, is the standard butterfly knife. Oh, what fun it will be to use that. I have a bucket; shiny blue, with a touch of dust on the ends. I feel extremely sadistic for my plan, but I will enjoy every moment of it. I maneuver these items I lay in front of me, to your living room. I stand there, looking over you, as you hesitantly say small words like, "Don't do this." Or just simply, "Don't." But I can't resist the urge to do something that should've happened a long time ago. A death is only tragic when the person who is deceased, didn't have reason. I raise the fishing line, with a cold, dead look on my face. I bring the fishing line to the throat, and I slash a gaping hole; and I begin to lose blood. While choking and gasping for air, I use a butterfly knife to make my death as gruesome as I possibly can to you. I tear out my esophagus. In pieces, as no good job can be done in one measly, painless step. I would love to had thrown my esophagus at you, but I'm sorry, I was weakening by the second. Now, this entire time, I've used this bucket to contain my blood, and any other organs or skin that would result from this. Once I curl over on the ground, I wonder if you cared. Your eminent screams suggest that you did, but the horror and graphic live "performance" may have taken over your other reasons. I lay there, quite like the items I lay in front of me. I of course left a note to make it more obvious to be a suicide, and self-mutilation, rather than you murdering me. Many may have taken that route. But I didn't want that. For you to end up in prison for several years, was never a goal of mine. However, seeing a man bleed to death in your own home is the real way to scar you for the rest of your life. Never again will you be able to look at anyone the same again; never again will you break any one else's heart. It doesn't matter to me if you do; but you won't. I guarantee it. Have a great rest of your life, because thanks to you, I won't. And it's all because of your hurtful scenarios, and these items I lay in front of me.

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AntiChrist (2015-01-30 22:34:42)

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Just incase I misinterpeted this, this is about someone being cheated on, right? Great stoey by the way. I thought it was about to be a murder at first.

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BrandonCP (2015-01-30 23:57:40)

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See, that's why I love writing. It allows you to interpret it any way you'd like. I didn't have a particular motive in mind, but you can infer that, if you'd like. And thank you for noticing the murderous foreshadowing. That was intentional!

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little5 (2015-02-01 12:23:05)

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This is great. +1

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epicpwner2003 (2015-02-01 13:28:23)

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"Not those lame, saftey scissors."

Oh, and before I forget: +1

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BirdJesus (2015-02-07 06:12:37)

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Oh, I thought this was a satanic ritual tutorial...

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