“I said, I don’t wanna die too young.” “I’m only 17, I haven't had the opportunity to live.” “Please! I don’t want to die” *sobs* The psychopath replies: “shut the HELL up before I take your life” I *stared at his chrome dagger and fear filled my face.* “You can have my money, you can have my house, you can have everything.” “ *inhales and exhales* the trapped breaths to let it all out, just let me keep my life, please!....” Psychopath: “No! I don’t want any of that! I just want my daughter back!... (read in angry but light heartened tone) “But my life can’t bring her back.. and i know how i can ease the discomfort you’re feeling because my father was murdered too.” The psychopath eyes *glared wide open* He yelled: “TELL ME NOW, HOW CAN YOU EASE MY PAIN!” “And I’m sorry... for your loss. How do you feel.” It’s okay... I’m working on getting over the pain, it hurts so bad and at times i hurt and cry till i can’t no more, if i said i was fine i would be lying, my house, my car, everything i value and posses is just to mask how i really feel inside. So you know what.. i don’t mind dying as long as i don’t have to take it myself..” “So please end it all before i fall into a state of nothingness.” Psychopath: “since we’re both going through the agony of losing our loved ones, let’s end it all together.”