56. A Force of Suicide

Lisa wiped the tears from her eyes. It felt like she couldn't even see clearly anymore because she cried too much. Her whole life seemed to crumble because Mark kept rejecting her feelings. Why was it always like this? Why couldn't Mark make her feel the same way? Lisa had just been holding a sharp black pen in her hand as she stared out the window of her room. Her whole body seemed to be out of order. Lisa had no appetite and could not sleep properly. Lisa just wanted Mark all to herself.

"I really don't deserve you, do I?" Lisa muttered to herself.

Lisa closed the bedroom window. She picked up the carving knife from her drawer, which was actually one of her crafting tools. The shine of the sharp blade looked enticing. Lisa had done this many times before, but this time, it would definitely not be felt.

Lisa wrote a short message on a piece of paper. It was just an apology to her family and to Mark. She was also grateful for everything she had received so far. If she couldn't get Mar