[ WP ] Dscribe depression in a contextless monologue .

`` You are just a piece of shit.'' That's what I always used to tell him. He ignored me sometimes - when he was able to. Sure, I can admit that there were some things that thwarted me, but I'm delighted to report that we fought often. 
 
 I used to visit him the most when he was alone. He came to expect my visits. While he always hated me, I definitely had him guessing which he hated more: me or *himself. * 
 
 You see, what I did was not easy to pull off. People are going to talk about me all day tomorrow. They'll say, `` He was always laughing. Everybody loved him.'' It's okay; I thrive in the environments where people want to ignore me. 
 
 `` Why ca n't you just make it go away?'' As if he would n't if he could. Ha! 
 
 Tonight was definitely the night. I found him after he said goodnight to his daughter. He was laying down in a cold bed, down the hall from his bedroom, where his wife sat, angry and confused. I sat next to him and put my hand on his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings - rather, whispering sweetly to him about how he is worth nothing. I watched his body shake and tremble as tears fell from his face. I wiped his tears and took his warm hands in mine. I helped him unclasp the belt wrapped around his waist. I guided his hands as he hooked the belt to the top of the closet. I loved every second of it: the finality of seeing his head slip through the leather belt. I stayed until the last breath left his body. Mission accomplished. 
 
 That is how I killed a radio jockey, a therapist, a teacher, a genie, and a lost boy.
