The storm rages outside her window. She lifts the latch off the door and opens it, stepping barefoot into the cold midnight. The rain beats down like her sorrow. And its this world she says, this world that has made her this way. She is the pain of the world, all the sorrow and hurt. The very embodiment of their suffering as they cry out in the night, though no one ever answers, though no one ever comes to save them. Not here, not in this world. For Hell will always exist, in their heart of hearts. And in their hands, the daggers. Hello there. I'm Rylee. I'm a strangely dark violent thirteen year old girl. I love dark, mysterious, gorey, horrorish thing as well as anime, scifi, and fantasy. Please... feel free to message me whenever you like. I took the knife. and in the raven black night, swung it high. It reached the sky. I could their cries, see the look in their eyes. I'll kiss you good night and take my own life.