“Oh trust me,” She said, “I won’t hit myself with the hammer.”
“Ok, but be careful.” He replied.
“Fine. I will.” She began to hammer away at the wall. After a while she got tired and put the hammer down. She washed herself up and had another fight with the boy. Later, when she came back to work some more, she tripped on the handle and landed on the top of the hammer. The ambulance was called as she bled out, the pointed part stuck in her head as blood oozed out of the gaping holes in her head, all over the dark pavement and the once beautiful flowers in the garden.
“Oh sure. You won’t hit yourself with a hammer,” He said smugly, “Serves you right.” He finished as he stuck the hammer farther into her head. “You idiot.” And then he walked away.
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