<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was a little nervous as she talked about her mother. She had been keeping to herself about her pain and guilt, but now that she had started, Emma didn’t feel that she could stop. Her mother had meant the world for her, and now she was dead. That alone was probably enough to send anyone spiralling out of control.<br/><br/>“Something like that”, she murmured back, when he commented that she had tried to kill herself after her mother had died. <span style="font-style: italic">Tell him</span>, the voice demanded. <span style="font-style: italic">Tell him how it was all your fault. Tell him how you killed your own mother, who you claimed to love.</span> Emma took a deep breath. Thinking about the things the voice was saying made her sick to her stomach. It was true, it had been her fault.<br/><br/>Hearing Len’s words made Emma blink a few times in confusion. He was… teaching her how to do it. <span style="font-style: italic">I like this guy</span>, the voice remarked. Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I will keep that in mind”, she murmured very softly. She was serious, actually. The idea of killing herself hadn’t left her mind yet. She knew that trying in the hospital would be stupid. She would have to play nice, be released, and then she could do it at home.<br/><br/>Focusing on her stay in that place, Emma looked into Len’s eyes. “I don’t wanna be put in meds. I’m not crazy, or dangerous, or anything”, she stated firmly.</div>