sinking in a stream full of dreams
you can hear the little, 'snip' all the way across town.
s n i p.
s n i p.
s n i p.
. . .
{ i }
snip. snip. s n i p.
she shears off the last of the {velvet} red hair - dropping the red pair of safety scissors on the floor - then collapsed on her bed; laughing.
she runs her hands through her hair - smiling; pleased with her new appearance. then she picks up the little, kiddy, safety scissors and snips away at the edges - {bloody} red shavings strewed around the place.
. . .
{ ii }
the moon is out & the crickets were chirping - and she looked upon the barren landscape - and pulls on a smile.
she s k i p s down a path; grass with flowers nearly covering the small, dirt road. then there she s k i p s down to a small park; placing her hands firmly on the rusty, red chains - and letting gravity do its force.
. . .
{ iii }
she walks past Tori's old house - and there's the "for sale" sign that's been up for a long time - and she laughs; an airy, little giggle of hers, and places a small, crimson poppy at the doorstep letting out another giggle.
the lights are out in the city as she walks right by.
. . .
{ iiii }
it's really been ages since she had last laughed and meant it. but really - her little giggles are just hiding who is really is; the past of hers haunting with each step she takes.
. . .
{ v }
she merrily s k i p s back to her house; and picks up her little, red safety scissors - that was covered in hair and some other substance.
she's just hiding in her own world; letting this demon overcome her with a pair of red, safety scissors.
. . .
s n i p goes the lock of hair.
s n i p goes the heartstring.
s n i p goes the rope binding her to her soul.
s n i p goes Cat.
A/N: This for Mad (chasingafterstarlight) just 'cause she's awesome and creative and phenomenal and she's one of the best. I love her for the way she is. So does more than half the NextGen Fanatics forum.
Disclaimer: If I owned this - would I really be writing fanfiction?