Hallucinations
"I'm listening, but there's no sound."
The small bottle rolled across the floor, it's white contents spilling onto the burgundy carpet. Her hand thumped against the side of the bed. Alone… she lay in the bed totally alone. Red stains glistened on the sheets. Salty streaks clung to her face. She was loosing it. Slowly and surely, her mind was diminishing.
She took the pill,
The same time every night.
It was reassurance
That her mind wouldn't fight.
What had happened to make everything become blurry? The perfection she had planned, knocked into shambles. It fell apart within her fingers… within reality. He began to love her right when she stopped loving him. Feelings she had once felt were nothing but a memory. That was all she was permitted to have anymore. Painless, aching memories of a life in the past.
Her body,
Numb in bed.
Hallucinations danced
Within her head.
She stared into the ceiling, and began to talk to herself. "Remember me? We were… we were the same person. A complete thought." A hollow laugh echoed. "You forgot. Go figure, you weren't worth much anyway." Family. What were they worth to someone with no future?
It was the same people
Who mistook her for a liar.
Her only problem was
She'd had a misguided sire.
"They don't understand." Even when he begged her to open up… she began to shut him out. Him. The one she longed for so many years. He was nothing anymore. Just a figment of the reality she was running from. They never believed in her, with their fake smiles… empty hearts. All she wanted was peace.
In the shadows
Her tears fell.
While her heart
Was lost in Hell.
Another bottle clattered to the ground. Only this time, it was empty. A glass followed.
Their words stung
Like harsh rain.
Even the solitude
Wouldn't take away the pain.
The blanket was tossed violently from the bed. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" She lurched out of bed, sickness swimming in her eyes. The glass she had dropped seconds earlier shattered beneath her foot, sending blood into the carpet. But, she was already numb to the pain shooting up her leg.
She talks aloud
In troubled sleep.
The dreams, she didn't know
Which to take or which to keep.
With sluggish movement, she swung the bathroom door open and staggered in. Tears, one after the other, slid down her face. A glance in the mirror was all it took. She lost everything. Her blonde hair was matted to her cheeks, and her eyes were swollen red. A fist quickly connected with her reflection. "I hate you." It fell in many bloody shards.
Was this the debt
For one so poor?
Her wonderful life
Was no more.
This was it… All. Gone. Goodbye. Goodnight. Over. Over. Not again. The end. Goodbye. A handful of pills slid roughly down her throat. Quietly, she walked back to her bed. Well… she almost made it to her bed anyway. A loud thud sounded down the hallway as Quistis' prone body hit the floor.
Another day,
The next fight.
One more pill
To ease the night.
A/N:
Alright… it was kind of… not nice to do that to poor Quistis. But I like it. I was inspired by the poem included in here, which I wrote awhile ago. Hope you enjoyed… somewhat!