“Hello. Its been a while.” It spoke.
Its voice so loud and clear, yet silent and deadly.
It lingered around me, its fingertips caressing my lonely soul.
It found its way to me, again, and again.
again. and again.
A never ending game between chase and hide.
It would always find me at the alley of my room, always at 3 am when everyone is asleep.
The thoughts of dying. . .
would always greet me an hello even if i bid a million goodbyes.