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Silence...

Pain...

Lonliness...

I only hear the rustling of the leaves.

But even that is only muffled in my ear.

I can hear my own heartbeat.

So loud...
Did i ever have a heart

Had I ever owned one?

I dont know...

But this knocking, it's like this ...

... real...
How long have I been here?

Two hours?

Two days?

A whole week?

I dont know.

I've lost track of time ...
Everything is spinning in my head.

Blackness spreads.

I am getting cold.

Still, I can feel the warm blood.

The blood that runs from my wounds ...
I won't survive, will I?

I almost laughed.

Even if it were inappropriate right now ...

I already knew the answer.

And yet ... she didn't scare me ...
To be honest, I am not afraid of death.

Not for years.

For me it is more of a release.

A release from my dreary life as ... a murderer.

Yes! There you have it! I am a murderer!

I have countless lives on my conscience.

Death is only punishment enough ...
I look at the ground, which gradually blurs before my eyes.

Slowly my vision diminishes and my eyes go black.

It starts! Now it ends!

I am not afraid of this thought.

Why? I deserved it ...

I even went for her ...

To my ... friends ...
I close my eyes for a moment.

Friends ...

How foolish ...

How can you call something a friend that you wanted to kill a few hours ago?

I was out of control ... I was too angry ...

But when I saw their frightened looks.

There ... I just walked away.

Didn't want to see their looks any more, no longer bear their closeness ...Now I'm sitting here in my own blood.

Through my wound, for which I am responsible.

Because I wanted to punish myself ...

And i'm alone

But I deserve this loneliness.

I deserve something that friends don't.

As a murderer ...

As a suicide ...

I have nothing. As strong as I do ...
Another throbbing. Weaker this time.

My heartbeat is slowing down.

Soon ... Soon it will all be over ...

I try to calm myself down ...

To think of nothing ...

And it works wonderfully that way.
I open my eyes briefly.

Am I wrong or is there someone there?

My eyes are so ... blurry ...

I look up

Fact! Someone is standing in front of me!

But who?

Who should bother to see my death with their own eyes?

Who?
The blurred shape comes closer.

I slowly looked up at the figure.

My eyes were still blurry.

But then...
I open my eyes.

That can not be!

You?!?

What are you doing here?

Do you want to enjoy my suffering?

Do you want to torture me any more?

Do you want...?
I briefly interrupt my thoughts.

For a brief moment my head clears again.

Also, my eyes are not so black anymore.

What do i see there?

Tears?

Are you ... crying for me?
I let my gaze wander around for a moment.

And there they are all.

My companions ... Or should I already call friends?

Your companions are also there.

And they are all upset ... stunned ... sad ...

Simply in the end.

I look briefly at the ground.

How stupid and naive of me ...

To believe that you all didn't care about my death ...
Briefly, an invisible smile plays around my lips.

I'm dying.

I'm not afraid of that fact.

But at least I'm not dying alone.

Because you are there.

That was all I wanted now.

Now I can leave you in peace.
While my heart beats one last time ...My eyes look at you one last time ...

My eyes are slowly glazing over ...

And a short, hot tear runs down my cold face ...

I smile ...

To you and to the others.
Because you care about me too ...

Cry for me ...

Be with me in the last minutes of my life ...

That's why I'm happy ...

Glad that YOU are there too ...
My brother...
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