"I can't take this anymore!" he yelled, quickly grabbing a sharp rock. He placed the cool surface to the bare skin of his wrist, aiming for that vein that, in just one swipe, would kill him. He pressed the side of his wrist and blood came out, signifying the rock's sharpness. "I'm coming, Kazumi!" he yelled, about to slit his wrists.

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As I looked through the mirror, I saw not of me, but of what I had become - a shell of my former self, tainted by the hand of evil. It was then that I had decided; I had to fight this... thing, inside of me.

The blanket of darkness had touched me - caressed my innocent cheek. The warmth it offered felt gentle, kind.
I plunged into the darkness, wanting only the love it offered. I wanted to be loved; for someone to think I was important. This was what I had dreamed so long for.