[ WP ] A monster is experiencing agonizing pain , and is convinced that killing you is the only way to relieve it . Write from the monster 's perspective .

Not viable. 
 
 The knots were twisting in her belly again. She lay in bed, curled up on her side, and closed her eyes. Sometimes that helped. Sometimes it just made her think too much. Sometimes she welcomed the pain, because it meant an end to the thinking, just for a little bit. Sometimes, when it was at its worst, she almost welcomed what she knew she must do. Almost. 
 
 Never entirely. *No, no, no. I ca n't. I ca n't. You are alive. * 
 
 Not viable. 
 
 That's what the doctors had told her. 
 
 *They told me you would die. Will die. But you are still alive. Your little heart is still beating. I heard it, on the machines. Tiny little heartbeats. And they say I must still them forever. * 
 
 It would end the pain. End the sickness. End the torment. 
 
 End a life. 
 
 *No, no, no. * Always that word, always over and over. *I do n't want to. Please, if there is a God, or any gods, do n't make me do this. * 
 
 But if she did n't, how long would it last? A few more months, at most. A few months of agony. 
 
 But what kind of monster killed her own child? 
 
 *I am a monster. A vile, evil creature, for even thinking about it. The hell with the doctors, what do they know? * And then the pain would hit again, and she'd think about it again. Be the monster she hated. The longer she left it, the worse it was going to be. The sooner it was done, the sooner the pain would stop. 
 
 It would never really stop, though. It would just move to her heart. And whether she let the doctors do it, or her own pain-wracked body in its own time, the end result was still the same. 
 
 Not viable.
