Replaceable

By Michelle Vongkaysone

“Let me go.”

“You don’t deserve—”

“Just let me die. We’ll be better off afterwards.”

“Please don’t! We’ll find a way out—”

“Why? It’s just me, no use in jerking me around!”

My supposed callousness stuns him, leaving him silent.

I glare back, now deathly serious.

“Let me die, I don’t care anymore! That’s all I’m good for, right?!”

He understands now, though still somber and shaken. Inhuman growls fill the air, prompting him to make haste. He leaves me be, to my greatest desire.

My heart sated, I give him a parting smile.

“Life’s meaningless, but at least it’s replaceable.”