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Title: Hurt
Paring: You decide
Rating: T (if you think it needs to go to M, please let me know)
Summary: A story about pain, lonelyness and death. I decided against making it any certain character. Drug Abuse, Angst and Death, you've been warned.
Author's Note: I wrote this listening to the song Hurt, by Trent Reznor, as performed by Johnny Cash. If you want, try reading the story as you listen to the song, it makes the story that much more powerful.
I hurt myself today
I walk down the desolate street, where I'm at, what city I'm in, I'm not sure I even know anymore, or should I say care anymore. I scratch at my arm absentmindedly, pointedly ignoring the tract marks that line my arm. I instead focus on the gauze bandage I hastily wrapped around my wrist earlier in the morning. I had to try, I had to see, see if I could still feel. I focus on the throbbing and can't help but smile desolately, the pain, it's real.
The needle tears a hole
I sit down after returning from my dealer, needle in hand. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Why can't I stop? Oh, that's right, the memories. I want to forget, but I can't. I keep seeing their faces. My friends, ha, right, my friends. I don't have any friends. I watch the needle pierce my skin, the rush of warmth that fills me following that. Forget, I want to forget. All of them, I just want to forget. But I can't forget, I'll never be able to forget them.
My sweetest friend
She found me today, I don't know how. She says it's a miracle; that she's been looking for me for a long time. She was always the sweet one, the kind one. She asks me what's happened to me, what I have done to myself. What would the others say? What would Zordon say? How can I answer that? I don't even know myself. I just know that everyone leaves, and I'm all alone. I tell her that, I rant at her. I tell her to leave me alone, that I hurt everyone I love. I don't want to hurt her, especially her.
I wear this crown of thorns, Upon my liar's chair
I lie to her. I tell her what she wants to here. I can't help it. I can't stand to see her look at me like that; the look in her eyes something I can't comprehend right now. My mind is racing and I can't stop it. I have to leave, I have to get away, away from her, away from the feelings, I have to make them go away. Everyone has moved on, everyone has changed, everything has changed, but I'm still the same. I'm still here.
I will make you hurt
She finds me again, how long has it been, I can't tell you. Time means nothing to me now. My sweet friend, my love. She's standing over me now, she's crying. I don't know why. I tell her not to cry. I tell her, but she doesn't listen. I've done it again, I've let her down. I've hurt her. She's leaving again, or maybe I am. I can't see her anymore. I can't here her voice anymore. I tell her I'm sorry, but I don't know if she heard me. I hear a voice, telling me to sleep, it fills me with the warmth I've been searching for, the warmth that disappeared when the wave of golden energy crashed over us. It tells me to close my eyes, and I do.
If I could start again, I would find away