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+ 3	Church encounter
+ 6	Worthy
+ 5	Conviction

    Jane sat at her desk holding the letter that forever had killed my love life. A conviction to what I had done. An end to the love I had felt and shared. Written upon it was Jason's goodbye and "go to hell", which is where I belonged. 

   With shaky hands I set the letter down and stood. My mind was numb and my mind a total chaos. "Go to hell" rang through my mind. I slipped from my attic room and in to the attached bath. Searching through the medicine cabinet i grasped the asprin bottle, carrying it back into my bedroom I placed it beside the letter. Next I went down the stairs, the kitchen my destination. Opening the cabinet i removed a glass and put water from the tap into it. slipping open the silverware drawer I removed the chef's knife. 

    My pulse remained steady as I collected these things. Hell was where I belonged for my doings. I am vial and tainted ruined for the next love of my life. He'd tainted me with his hate and now I was to be made pure again.

    The stairs seemed to disappear beneath my feet and I floated up them.

    At the top I set the knife down on the letter. Picking up the asprin bottle I withdrew ten pills. Two by two I swallowed the pills with the empty glass still in my hand i slammed it against the wall. NOTHING! I felt .....nothing as the glass bit into my flesh and my crimson life force slowly snaked down my arm. 

    This is what its come down to.....nothing. I am nothing but undesired, tainted, vial and evil. Hell was to be my home. After all being this numb Hell might bring me back to life. 

    Grasping the knife I ran it over both my wrists feeling nothing but watching the pale, delicate flesh part to expose tissue that was poison. I sank to the floor fasinated by the poison leaking from my body. my life was poison.

    Jason may not have tainted me, but he'd set me free. Tommy had captured me and poisoned me. That poison now seeped from my vains.

    My vision became blurry and my lids heavy. Numb! thats what I felt. Free was what I was, a convict set free. To Hell with me.

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