Screams. Horrible wails that echo through the black void that is my consciousness. I hear them, their pain slashing through my innocent face, burning my mind beyond comprehension. Blood pours from my invisible wounds, pooling in my darkened thoughts. The unseen pain of a hundred words, countless cuts, bleeding, oozing my hurt for only me to see. The tears are out, streaking down my wailing form, burning me inside and out. I let them out all by myself, the endless pain tearing me from the inside. A thousand different voices in my head, the choices, the pain. It hurts so bad, -I'm not brave enough to end it, to make it go away. These sleek instruments, any one could end it all. I'll make myself brave enough. i grab a rope, toss it in the corner. One more day of pain, one more day of all the voices and then I'll end it all. All over, when it all ends, to finally be free of hurt...
Pushing, shoving, trodden by those above. Tripping, falling, the blood pools in my heart. My wounds leave trails of pain, but they just laugh, their mocking words slicing me-more wounds. Just one day, just one day. The laughter rolls, piercing my walls and slashing across my calloused pain. It'll end today, just after school, just end...
The laughter stops, ceasing as fast as the pain can come. My tormentors go, leaving me in place my of invisible misery. But...what is this? A hand, unmarked by strife, reaching for me. I look up to find lilac eyes, lilac eyes. They pierce my veil of darkness, banishing voices of grief and sorrow. These beautiful, calming, divine lilac eyes. I take the hand.
Soft, yet strong, she pulls me up, put of the depths of my darkness. She talks, and I talk back, my voice is scratchy. I have not spoken in a long while, my pain has been too great. We talk and talk about silly things, things that are not dark. And-am I laughing? Through the day, I see her there, her lilac eyes filling me with emotions unfamiliar.
At last I go home, my mind again filling with voices. But as I think of her lilac eyes, the voices fade just a little. When I think of her soft voice, speaking of useless things, the invisible blood stops flowing for awhile. I feel the rope in my hands, remember the pain I wanted to stop. I throw it out the window.
I had thought I wouldn't be missed, that no one would care-she proved me wrong. When I am with her, my pain isn't so prominent. I know now I will stay. For her, for those calming, divine lilac eyes.
I will stay.
