What did I do?
Author: Hex
Rating: PG for attempted suicide
Disclaimer: Standard
Note: This is another introspective piece from me about Cordelia on her life. It's based during Season 4 when she's having a kinda crappy time of it.
Dedication: This is for Cal. I haven't written Buffy in ages and I promised him I would so this is a gift for him. It is also a gift for Pip and Emma. All three of them are sitting their GCSE's soon so this is to cheer them up. Good luck guys!
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She could feel the rush of warm fluid streak from the openings on her wrists. She could not take the pain of rejection anymore, she no longer wanted to feel that learing, sneering pain in her heart.
Why was it like this?
What had she done to make it this way?
Was it the way she was before which caused this suffering within her? Was it the things she said or the things she did which inflicted this punishment of bitter agony upon her?
What was it about her which pulled disapproval and heartache towards her?
She rested her head against the unforgiving stone behind her and stared up at the star strewn sky which nestled above her like a patchwork blanket of blue and silver. The moon shone like a glistening spotlight in the heavens.
She had lived so long in the warmth of that spotlight before.
It was inevitable, she supposed, that someone would switch off that light and the darkness of loneliness which infected her soul would claim her like it had so many others.
What had she done?
Why were there no answers?
With a muffled sigh she pressed the cloth to her bodily wounds to sooth the bleeding. The pain cleansed her.
She hid the marks on her body as well as she hid the ones on her heart.
"What did I do...To make you all....Care?"
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*Sniffle* poor Cordy.
Again, good luck to all those with exams soon!
Laters all
Hex.