• ''Why?! Why does she still not love me? What must I do?!'', I scream in my head, in my small home, at my table, in my cramped dark kitchen.
    "What am I doing wrong!", I yell out loud. I sigh and try to concentrate on cutting the vegetables for my dinner... but my mind drifts away, thinking about her, and her beauty... how she looks so young and bright in her new skeleton rabbit shirt, and how her blue hair is so straight now and how she-
    "Ah! God!" I toss the knife into the sink and follow it to rinse off my hand. I'm so stupid, I can't even pay attention when I've got the knife in my palm slicing it open, I think. Letting my blood flow out into the sink, a thought strikes me: this could be a gift to her. I could bleed for her. Give her my pain as proof that I love her. Yes, it's brilliant! Why didn't I think of it before. A gift to my goddess.
    I take the knife and cut my arms, shoulders, hands, chest, neck, everywhere I can think of and let them bleed. But too much, and soon I wake up in a puddle of her gift. I wrap my wounds and smile at myself. For once I've thought of something that will help me instead of hurt me. I inhaled and exhaled slowly.
    "How lovely", I chuckled to myself as I wiped up the rest of her gift.