Wah wah

He dropped the knife and pushed through the two behind him. Blood dripped behind him in the sand. He didn't want to be like this, indecisive and whiny. This was supposed to be his chance to rise above all the shit he'd piled onto himself recently. This was the climax of everything that happened over the past months. He could feel himself rising to catharsis just a few minutes ago, but all he could do now was run away and cry. They were supposed to have a cleansing orgy or do something else wild and inappropriate. Assisted suicide was not something he had in mind for his retreat. He knew he should be thinking that this was probably three bored, pathological rich girls trying to see how far they could push him. He wanted to believe it, but his instincts kept telling him to trust them.