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Anna's POV

"Anna, are you listening to me?"

Why would I even be listening to you, it's not like I have an interest in being pestered with pointless questions.

"Anna, answer me!" she said again.

"What?" I rudely snapped.

I'm not even going to try to be nice. There's no fucking point. She's a therapist, she should be used to this by now.

"I'm trying to help you," she sighed "is something bothering you?"

No, of course nothing's bothering me, except you. You and your stupid fucking questions, always asking me if I'm okay, or what I'm feeling.

Just because I tried to kill myself, doesn't mean I need someone else on my case. Sure, like that'll help, let's just put our daughter into all the therapy we can so she can die of boredom and annoyance.

"No Penny, I'm fine, thanks for asking." I sarcastically answered.

"Well that's good to hear sweetheart, I'm glad you feel better than last week." her face faltered in the slightest when she brought up the subject of last week.

I almost laughed at her facial expression. Last week I had pretty much tried to kill her, hey don't judge. You would've too if she asked you all these questions, I don't even regret it.

I chuckled, making her send me a disapproving look.

"I'm very, very sorry for attacking you Penny. I think something weird just came over me. I promise I'll never do it again."

Complete fucking lie. It even sounds like bullshit. I wasn't sorry in the least bit, and I probably will try to kill her again.

"That's very nice of you for apologizing Annabelle, and yes please don't do it again." she nervously said.

She's probably scared right now, I could kill her if I really tried and I think she knows that. I'm not a skinny person, I have some meat on my bones, but I'm not fat. Just strong, so I could easily bring her down.

I looked to the side, ignoring her answer and stared at the ticking clock on the wall. I space out a lot, some people think I actually leave my body because I look so vacant. It's not my fault that I daydream about a better life. It's only the people who ruined my life that are to blame. For one, my parents. They know nothing about is generation and how to deal with a suicidal and depressed teenager, they made me worse by sending me to therapy and keeping such a close eye on me that I can't even look at anything sharp or they'll lock me in an asylum.

Yeah, I tried to kill myself with blades. I've never taken pills or anything so I decided to stick to the familiars. I don't regret it. It gave me a sense of peace, but when I woke up to realize I failed, it was the worst feeling I've ever had. Definitely won't be doing that again, unless I do it so I never wake up.

"Anna, are you there?" Penny questioned.

Snapping out of my daze, I answered,

"Yes, I'm here. Where do you think I went?"

"It just looked like you were out of it for a minute there." her concerned voice filled the small boring office.

Bitch, where the hell could I have gone?

"No, I'm still here." my cold voice replied.

Unfortunately.

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Luke's POV

It happens tonight.

I hope I don't screw it up, he won't be very happy with me if I do.

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I walked down the paved road, thinking the plan over and over in my head. I could feel the cold metal pressed against my skin, the gun between my waistline of my pants and my lower back, just like how the badass cops wore them. The plan is without flaws, unless of course someone sees me. But that won't happen if I stay in the shadows, the night always protects me.

As I got closer to my destination I heard him.

"You're doing a good job so far Luke."

I jumped when I heard his voice, he always talks at the most unexpected times.

"I'm trying my best." my throaty British accent filled the silence.

"Your best is the best, I'm glad I choose you."

I love making him proud, it's my only goal.

"Take a right up here, it should be the next house."

Turning right, I spot the house im looking for. The girl lives here, the one who ruined my life. She was my first love, and she broke my damn heart. Like I was nothing, like I didn't matter. I'm not a fucking toy, I'm not supposed to be played with. She deserves pain. Not me. I didn't do anything to her.

"You know what you have to do."

After I heard those words, I blacked out.

The only thing I remember is tearing clothes, screaming, a gunshot, and the blood that splattered on the wall.

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