*imploring*
implore… what does it really mean? Does it really just mean to plea, or is it something ever so much deeper? Saralynn asked herself what she really wanted… did she want someone to listen to her or did she want someone to take away the pain? Of course, she thought, we all want someone to listen, but, someone to hold and to love… the feelings that she had never known or understood. Why?? Why had no one ever loved her? Now Saralynn is not here to tell us. Being deprived of love killed her. Mike killed her. Having him love another killed her. One night she smuggled into her house, the "beautiful woman", pure powder of belladonna… the sweet salvation she believed… after dinner, sat down on her bed, stared into the mirror… shook her head… how could she die in such a state? Brushed her hair and made up her face… just to be gorgeous for the last time… mixed the "beautiful woman" into her glass of water and drank deeply, feeling the rush of adrenaline as she realized these were her last hours alive… soon, the walls were swaying back and forth, her eyes were glued to the ceiling, rivulets of color were dripping down, staining her face with imaginary tincture. Faster and faster she spun, in her own world until, everything stopped. The world went black and the air was quiescent, Saralynn could no longer tell her story, she had perished, her soul dissolved and all that was left were the two words scrawled on a sheet of paper… "love me"…