Angel or demon
The voices in her ear were conflicting. On the one side was the voice that said how easy it would be to end the show. To end the pain and loneliness. To end the grief. All she had to do was be strong, and she could make it all stop.
The other told her it wasn't the answer. It would only bring more questions. There were others who depended on her. Needed her to be strong for one more day.
She didn't know what she was supposed to learn from this. If it was patience, she felt it wearing thin. If it was strength, hers was just about gone. If it was to ask others for help, then why, when she asked, was it never given? If it was to rely on herself, she was never given the choice.
They all wanted a piece of her, but had nothing they would give in return. They wanted her to be what they wanted, without a care for what she needed. So the voices waged war in her ears. The responsibility she accepted conflicted with the dreams she gave up. It was only alone she truly could be herself and those moments were getting fewer.
So she again put on her mask. She had always wanted to be an actress, but not like this. Not to where her life was the play and her work was the reality. As she went to face her audience, she wondered if they could see that it was only for them that she played this part. And as she put on the performance of her life, the war waged. Should she end it, or should she finish the show.