All according to plan I think

"I… I want to die… I want to die… I need to die…"

After having enough of an attempt of choking herself, Stacey started using her nails. Her neck wasn't a target of pain any longer however, as those hands of hers had moved towards her head instead.

While continuing to mutter words of suicide, Stacey started scratching and tearing on her face. It's like there was something behind the skin of her face that she needed to dig out with her fingers.

The sight was sure an uncomfortable one…

Should I put a stop on all of this? Things are sure getting a bit sad. I, I especially can't stand still when the face of an innocent and beautiful girl is about to be torn. Stacey is indeed innocent. Innocent enough, because the one who I had wanted everyone to be careful of, is the old man. The old man, he is the one who needs to be done harm to. Not the body of Stacey…

"Stop!"