Enderwitch

You peered out the window at the busy town, all you could was sigh. You had been locked up inside this house since you were diagnosed with an illness. Nobody ever came to visit you, in fear of catching your disease, and when people came to your house your parents never would talk about you. A war was also raging on outside, one that has been going on for five years now. It seemed that you were stuck in this tiny world of emptiness... You stood up, clutching the bedside to help you walk. You where heading to the knife that was across the room. You'd have to struggle to get there, but it would end soon. Each step was like a dagger in your knee