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Piper Marie
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So sad! This is an option as well. Nobody would know that I had been dead for a few hours already by the time they return.
Oh that is terrible! I could not surive in a place like that with my claustrophobia!~
I would have had to smash my head into the wall or bite my tongue off before too long!
Some gifs from the same movie scenes.
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You are welcome. Here are some more.
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That look on her face in that last gif. She's already mentally checked out. between this, and being locked away in that small cement room in the earlier gifs, I can't blame her for killing herself. I could not "live" this way.
Going back to those gifs where she in the small solitary room:
How long has it been since I was thrown in here? I can't stand it! It's so grey and cold and I'm so hungry. Has it been hours? days? a slot opens in my door and food is abruptly shoved in. I lunge at it and begin scooping mouthfuls of it into my mouth by hand, barely even chewing when feel it begin to move in my mouth on it's own.
I look down, and the see that the food is covered in maggots. I spit the food up and throw the tray across the small room, and it shatteres upon the wall arcoss from me. I vomit onto the floor next to me.
time goes by and I can only stare ahead of me, I pull my knees up against my chin and I wrap my arms around my legs for warmth. Has it gotten colder? more time goes by as I sit in my cell, and it seems to be even darker now, though it's probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I feel my bladder as it screams at me for release, but there is nowhere to go in this small room they have locked me into.
I cry and I plead to myself as I quietly beg for someone to take me out of this room so I can at least relieve myself, but nobody hears me. I cry even more as my bladder finally gives out and warm pee pools around me. I am ashamed of myself.
More hours pass or is it days? I really don't know. I begin to giggle to myself and cry at the same time as the maggots crawl up my legs. I talk to them as if they were my closest friends in the world.
More hours pass without anymore meals being brought to me in my cell. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, my eyes fix on the sharp edges of the shattered plate that held my last meal. With tears in my eyes, I lean forward and reach for it with my right hand. I tremble as I look upon it. Nobody will know if I slit my wrist, nobody will care.
I begin to cut my left wrist with the sharp end and I cry out at the pain, but only quietly. I cut a long line up my arm and my blood spills freely upon my wrist and arm and unto my legs and between them, mixing with the urine there.
I get dizzy, and my vision blurs as I drop the shard and slowly slide down the wall and lay onto my side, and I curl up into a fetal position. Seconds or minutes later I close my eyes and breath my last breath in this terrible cell.
The end.
I have never seen the video. Kinda wish I had, now.