The rain pours down as the thunder strikes through the sky, the thunder roars and the lights dim more so the usual. The clouds a deep gray almost black ice cold droplets of water as fall down in a soft pitter patter on the roof creating a soft lullaby.
"Why? WHY?" a young girl screamed into the night. Picking up the closes thing to her and she flung it with all her might across the room. The mirror shattered on impact. Staring down at the shining pieces, reflecting broken images. She picked up one of the lager shards. She cringed as it cut in to her skin.
"What's the point?" she asked the darken roomed. Silent tears feel as she slowly slid the fragment of mirror across her arm a red line appeared on her flawless cream colored skin. The red line thickened as if it was blossoming, unfolding. Then it burst into a flow of blood, washing over her skin, entrancing her with the brilliant red color.
Looking around the room she, a single rose catches her eye. Though wilted with age it's still on of the most beautiful thing she's ever seen for when ever she look at it 'her' face appeared.
The pieces of my broken mirror
Lie around me like my shattered soul.
I clasp a wilted rose to my chest
this I cannot let it go.
Look around
This dark desolated room
The skies thunder and roar
Only a flash of light
Illuminates my prison of pain
Just for momentarily
If only my pain
Could be eliminate as easily
How did this come to be?
Wasn't there a time when I was happy?
Now all I can remember is sadness
The dark shadow that haunts my soul
The painful throb of my heart
The pulse of the blood the pushes through my veins
And out my open wound
The dark crimson liquid
That drips down my wrist
Stains my close and carpet as well
Why?
Why is it that I hurt my self?
Why is it I can't remember
What it feels like to be happy…..
The lightning strikes once again. The figure that sat alone in her room slowly got up. The young girl no more the fifteen preceded to wipe away the blood. She cleaned up the shattered mirror careful not to cut herself again. She scrubbed away the remaining blood. Flipped on the lights and picked up the phone. Dialing a number she knew In her heart and listened to it ring. The storm out side began to calm tell it was a little drizzle.
"Hello" the other line picked up.
"Hi" she said softly
"Do you having any idea what time it is?"
Looking to the clock she responds " two twelve"
You could partially see the person on the other like sweat dropping - -'
" Just checking"
"Can we talk?" she asked barley above a whisper.
"Always" was the other girl's response. With a soft smile the two girls talk late in to the night. Which may or may not have been a good thing the had class first thing in the morning, but at the current point in time that was the farthest thing on there minds.
I don't own the charters of Sailor Moon…. But every thing else is mine. Please review and tell me what you thing…. Any guess on who it is?
On a personal note I dedicate this to my very best friends, you know how you are.Thank you my friends you are what keeps me here.