Jagged Pink Flesh
Jagged pink flesh, blood bursting at the seams of the pale, pale skin. Broken noses, broken limbs, broken hearts, wrapped loosely in a bandage of 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.' A desperate, folly attempt to keep everything together and working. Shields, barricades, even arms, flung before her, trying to block out the attacks, the punches, the words that string themselves so tightly around her. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until she just gives out, unable to withstand the pressure of the pain trying to weave its way into her mind, into her heart, into her very soul. To infect her very core, curling into the depths of her being. And whisperings, 'you can't do it, you're hated, you're nothing, you can't do it.'
It's a broken symphony, the music daggers that are really words, and the instruments bullies that are really just her. Because when everything is peeled back, the layers of her heart ripped and torn, chilling death crawling, creeping, up, up, up, there is found an evil hatred of herself. Things like, 'I brought this upon myself, I am an awful person, I should just die,' scrawled and painted in a pattern of mayhem and chaos on the walls of her mind. And in the center of everything is just one statement. Just one that has been allowed to fester and course through her veins, its poisonous venom seeping through her defenses, melting her and contorting her. 'I hate myself.'
And all simply because she was given no reason not to.
Not a single one.
Author's Note: Bullying awareness because I feel like it. People need to be aware. They need to know. Things hurt, they really, really do. And when you're given no reason not to hate yourself, all the teasing and hate just becomes that much worse. Be conscious of what you do or say. Apologize when you need to. And most of all, bullies and bullied and everyone alike, treat yourself well. You are worth something.
Hope you enjoyed. This can be about any character you want. Or rather, anyone. If anyone is having a hard time, talk to me. I don't mind. I'll listen. I love listening. And just remember, no matter what they say, you have to believe otherwise, because you are what you are. And that's good enough.