Casket Monologue

“I am about to jump. I have planned it out completely. It is actually quite simple. all I do is put down the recorder and take one step forward. He can’t talk to me anymore if I am not here. I wonder what my family will say when they see what happened. Maybe they will be completely shocked or maybe they will expect that this would happen at some point. I wonder if they will get me a beautiful casket, wait what am I saying I don’t deserve a casket. They will probably cremate what they can scrape off of the concrete. Ugh I don’t even what to think about their expression when they come home. Well it is time for me to say my goodbyes. I still can’t believe that this is really going to happen.
“Mom this message is for you. I love you
You are such a beautiful girl, why would you do something so ugly?” She looked at her arm, they were stained a dark red. Then she looked into the mirror and said “Why do you hate me” in the faintest of voices. The voice replied ever so deeply “I don’t hate you. I hate the person you have become. You used to be so strong and independent, but now you are just a replica of your mother.” She looked in the mirror once again and repeated the words “I hate who I have become.” Until he stopped her with the simplest of words, “All you have to do is get rid of her, then you can be set free from her torments.” She screamed “I LOVE YOU” at the top of her lungs, then dug the knife into her wrist. Her whole world went black, but at least she didn’t have to hear his
At first it seemed like a grand idea because the voice was gone, but it was the worst decision they have ever made. It wasn’t like some flash disaster but more as a horrible landslide that slowly killed her mind. “I don’t know what is happening to me, every day I feel worse and worse. He is talking again and I don’t know what to do. If I tell the doctors what is happening they will put me back in the hospital and throw away the key, because I won’t get better. Nothing I can do will make him go away, he is a part of me. Why is it that every time something good happens to me, he destroys it? I know that this is killing my mother slowly, but what am I to do? I try so hard to ignore him for the sake of my mother. His voice is so smooth and peaceful. Maybe I am not trying hard enough, and maybe it is better if I keep this to myself.” The recorder clicked, but this time it was different. It didn’t have some sort of emotional connection like it usually did, but it had a sort of sharpness that haunted her. She couldn’t believe it, all she heard was the sound of his voice whispering the same line that had been said far too many times before. “You must get rid of her. I love “, she cut him off before he could finish and she screamed “YOU DON’T LOVE ME AND YOU NEVER HAVE!” It was not enough though he screamed louder and louder until she fell as if she would die. She knew