I’m the last one, the last emotion, the last straw, the last chance.

I killed them all, every last one of them. They were a pain to me anyways, always telling me to “cheer up”, “life gets better”, “you’re strong”. It was sickening.

I looked through the mirror seeing my hosts wrist, with a blade bending down on it. I pushed the lever oh so gently, leading the knife to rest against my hosts wrist.

Sadness is the last emotion, the most important one, sadness is a learning factor, and yet it could kill you.

I stared blankly ahead as I pushed the lever the rest of the way and the knife sank in.

The alarms blared,

Pain,

Pain,

Pain.

And I faded away in a cloud of blood and death.