"I'm done, and I'm so sick of feeling this way. Let's see how far i can make it into the blizzard." With no one around, and mostly myself to talk to, i began to remove all of my thick layers of clothing i had on. No longer wearing a winter coat, scarf, sweater, and gloves which all lay discarded in the snow in the middle of the night during one hell of a storm i begin to aimlessly walk forward. With having passed the point of any hope to return, let alone to have any idea where the hell i was in the middle of a forest, feeling satisfied of the pain I'm inflicting on myself i go as far as i can until i finally pass out from the cold. As everything seemed to finally fade out, a voice as clear as day echoes through my mind, "thou don't deserve this, thy life deserves more. We shall not allow thee to suffer any further."

Self-insert fiction
My first real literature I've ever done
only Spike is rule 63-ed, is of legal adult consenting age, and will go as 'Barb' in my story

Warning --> the reading POV will change throughout reading only in the beginning