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I felt my legs give out. Another day, more test scores and more notes perfectly played, yet I couldn't protect them. My steps towards home turned into steps away. Tears blurred my vision as I ran. My thoughts of failure coursed through my body. I didn't know where I was running. I wanted away. I wanted gone. I ran until my legs felt like jelly. My eyes burned from the wind. I felt myself dropping the the ground, the rough concrete of the sidewalk scrapping my knees. I didn't care, nothing could compare to the pain of losing them, and that hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt worse than having a knife through your gut. I sat there, sobbing, then she came. She was beautiful, astounding, even, yet her words weren't. “Stop poisoning my bush with your tears. I'm a nymph, I need that to survive, you should know this, you half n half. The gods can't just stop popping out children.” Her words stung, I didn't know why. Gods? There was only one. I looked up at her. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't know! I just-” She walked in front of me, crouching down. “You're pathetic. Sitting here groveling. It's better off if you slit your own throat.” She was right. I would be better off dead. I wasn't a sinner, I followed the Bible to a T, but suicide was a sin. The woman threw something in front of me. As it hit the ground, it clicked and shone. The knife wasn't a metal I recognized. “Go on. Do it.” She watched me with those beautiful eyes as I picked it up. It felt so unnatural as it hummed in my hand. She scoffed, and guided the knife to my throat. “Come on, it's not that deep. Just slide it across.” I took heed of her words, and slipped it across my neck. She stepped back as she watched me grip my throat. I felt cold, I tried looking up at her, but everything went black before I could.