User:Athena Hawkins/-


 * "Leave me alone!"


 * My only words before my body was flung straight towards the concrete wall, my back scrunching in pain as I hit it.  My head lost itself in agony as I slid down the concrete, leaving behind thick, bloody smears as I screamed for what felt like the umpteenth time.  I struggled to look up, my neck making small rupturing noises as I glanced at what seemed to be a mirror image of my unpleasant self.  It breathed heavily as it looked at my dancing limbs, watching them fumble around aimlessly and bleed.  Unlike me, it looked perfect, not damaged, and free of pain...but it also seemed to take great joy in this, as it just kept staring at me with the most unpleasant of grins.


 * "Again?  Again?  Again?  Again?  Again?  How many times will it take for you to die forever?"


 * Kicking my lifeless body to the side, it walked over to me and stamped a foot onto my chest, smirking at me as I felt the blood ooze from my breasts, my neck, my back, and sides.  Scrapping me across the ground with its foot, it grinned widely as it heard my bloodcurdling screams, watching my face open up and yell out for help.  There was naught I could do, the frayed ends of insanity kept me tied to the ground again, and this time, it was myself torturing me.  First an uncle, then a sibling, and now myself, haunting my memories with my own horrible self, keeping its bloodthirsty grin as it knelt down, holding a saw to my stomach.


 * "I can't hear you.  How many times?  How many times?  How many times?"


 * It was impossible to answer, I could not answer on my own accord, it began to dig the blade through my heart, making me cry out loud, tears and blood flowing down my face like waterfalls.  I couldn't stop myself, my arms were tied together by lies and consequences, and my legs were bonded together by fear and guilt.  The mirror licked my cracking skin, watching me struggle even to breathe, everything oozing out of me as if I were just a sponge made to soak up as much negativity as possible.  It sawed down to my stomach, smashing through my genitals, and began to work its way up to my neck, licking its lips at the sound of my discomfort.


 * "Don't worry, when you die, you'll always come back!  But why?  But why?  But why?  But why?  But why?  But why must you suffer this all the time?  Why not just keep yourself down!"


 * The mirror image slaughtered my neck, purring in a malicious tone as I bled all over, unable to see anymore as the pain ached everywhere, feeling my arms and legs sliced from my body, leaving me with the head of dishonor and the body of shame.  Laughing maniacally, it kissed my lips, keeping itself there to savor the taste of lost cheer.  After it finished, I felt it go through my head...I could no longer scream, just hear the beast taunt me again and again, and there was nothing I could do but attempt to mentally reconsider how I should handle future scenarios.


 * "Death!  Death!  Death!  Death!  Death!  Death awaits you once more!  Another revival, a seventh more, but torturing you is a real bore, Echeno, Negatives and I will chase you down to the door, and dig right into your core!"


 * I felt it all disappear.  It's going to get me again...augh...my body...it's screaming in pain...my heart feels like it has a diamond weight on it, my brain hurts, my arms and legs feel weak...every time something very wrong happens, I break down into severe cases of anxiety, and things like...that...happen.  Nothing could be more painful than watching my friends suffer from being unable to do certain things because of me, certain actions because of me, certain activities because of me.  Even if something hurts me, I let it happen, because I don't want it to destroy one's freedom.


 * I feel like I'm always the one who messes up.  I'm sorry that you have to go through what this goddess puts you through.  Some goddess I am, huh?