Words Break Spirit Part 2
*final part*

    A bathtub filled with water, and bracelets thrown askew on the floor beside of it. A pale figure was laying, seemingly peaceful. The thoughts that went on in the head of this person weren't so peaceful, though. Only scary, sad, and heart-wrenching. The scars and burns were visible for the first time in a long time. The skin stretched over thin arms, ruined forever. Her head leaned back, her eyes shut, barely conscious of things going on around her. Only focused on what was going on inside her head. If I were to die, would anyone miss me? she thought to herself. No, of course not. You wouldn't be missed. You wouldn't have any impact on anyone around you. Her eyes squeezed tighter, with every cruel thing she told herself. You deserve to die. Go ahead and do it. You are a waste of space, a disgrace to people. The words felt so true to Rhiannon. She completely believed them. They must be true. If they weren't, why would others say them? It was time for her to die. It had to happen. She couldn't go on living her life. She was pathetic and she didn't belong. She was a terrible human being.