You: "I'm sick of this world."

Carlos: "W-what?"

You: "I'm sick of pretending to like any of you people."

I didn't know what I was saying. The words coming out of my mouth were utter nonsense. And yet...

Carlos: "Y-You... How long have you...?"

Carlos was reacting to my words.

Carlos: "I should have known."

Before I knew it, I was already on the ground. He took a knife from his pocket and slit my throat. I slowly bled out.

Carlos: "I never should have trusted you."

And yet... In my final moments... I felt as though I had done nothing wrong.