Let me die. Let the world go with out me. Why wont you let me jump. I want to die. I like death. It is my time to go. Can't you understand. I kept screaming at gerard those same words. Over and over again, hoping praying and begging to die. I wanted to jump. "Dont you think about Anya? What about her?" Gerard asked like he was begging I thrashed in his arms trying to get out. "Let me go!" "You need to see Dr. D. Something isnt right in your head." Gerard drug me, kicking and screaming, to the transmition station. After having four pills shoved down my throat I calmed down. I sat in the corner of the room, arms wrapped around my knees and my head was on top. "She has post traumatic stress syndrome. She should be fine soon." Dr. D told Gerard. "What about untill then?" "Keep away Black Muse."