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Why didn't you come?
I have been waiting for you everyday ever since we were married.
Why did you leave me?
Where did you go?
I don't know.
Have you been dating somebody? - No, I never have.
Are you sure? - Yes.
Why did you run away?
I don't know.
Why did you run away?
I don't know.
Why did you run away?
I don't know!
Why did you run away?
Because they hate me! LEAVE ME ALONE!
No...
They love you.
NO!
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
I understand.
NO, YOU DON'T! Just leave me alone, leave...
... just leave me.
But he loves me
and understands people like me.
I couldn't bear it.
I don't like truths,
they hurt me...
so much.
My parents never loved me, but he said they did...
I don't understand,
I will never understand anybody! NOT EVEN MY PARENTS.
This world
is f**ked up,
I want to leave but
I can't.
There's something blocking me.
What is this?
This world
leaves so much mysteries that we can't find the real answer.
I wish we could all just die,
all on our own.
We can't.
Why not?
Because we are here to do something important.
WHAT IMPORTANCE?! WE ARE ALL HERE FOR NOTHING!
We are supposed to be here.
SHUT THE F**K UP!
I DON'T NEED YOU HERE!
He won't understand me,
no he won't.
My parents neglected me ever since we moved,
we were in such poverty that they blamed me
for being here, like I'm the cause of it.
They were working their *** off to get enough money
for themselves and me.
After a few years past,
I came back from school from detention.
I went home to eat dinner,
and then they weren't there,
all I saw was a note on the kitchen floor...
Saying:
Goodbye.
My mind felt wavy for a second there,
but when I reread it, it suddenly hit me...
They left me.
I panicked through the house to find them,
but when I went to the basement. I saw them...
Hanging...
...with their smiles, seems like they're happy to be without me.
I guess they like going to hell
instead of being here,
and I guess also that staying here with me
is so much more painful than being in hell.
I sat on the couch
with my head crooked sideways while my tears weep and leak,
my mind went blank
and repeating the same phrase: Why?
They love you.
SHUT THE F**K UP!
WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!
Because I love you.
No...
He doesn't.
Why won't he accept it? WHY?!
Why...
Why would I even bother to marry him?
Because you love me.
No I don't...
...not anymore. - Yes, you do. - No...
I don't. - You do.
SHUT THE F**K UP!
I slapped him,
his face abruptly turned to the side like
he was about to flip in midair.
He slowly turned his face to me with a face that had no expression.
His cheeks turned blazing red,
my face showed anger.
He looked at me in the eye,
breathing heavily.
I love you.
My eyes grew wider, I grabbed his neck,
chocking him
until the last breath he had.
His eyes grew wider,
his arms weakened
by the lack of breath.
He was trying to pry my arms away but it failed.
He tried to scratch me
but it didn't hurt.
Kicking me...
...missed.
And then I threw him across the room, the wall splashed with his blood.
His eyes went blank,
not shutting them.
The pool of blood slowly expanded across his body.
My anger depleted,
I looked at him I was shocked.
I dumped his body in the backyard and buried it.
I was staring at his misshapen grave, crying.
Why did I do that? WHY?!
Because you love me.