Bella:
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It was getting cold and she didn't give two shits. Not at all, she wanted to take it all in, everything that had just happened. She wanted to absorb it like a sponge absorbs water. Soak it all in, until she's filled with lust, anger and mostly desire. Desire for what, you may ask? Well, desire to love him back until she can't breathe. Desire to hate him until she can't feel a thing. Numb, numb, numb, and give her more of those drugs, please. Breathe, breathe, and breathe, take in that air, polluted with the ashes of her past. Don't give her a break, give her life, and give her hope. She needs it; she craves it, she wants' to go back. Make it all right; fix the mistakes she stepped on with her boots. Spikes into his heart, bleed, bleed, bleed for her. She whispers to the dark, "honey, I can't feel a thing." She falls back onto the hard cold floor. She doesn't feel a thing, only her heart beating fast, no; wait, slowly, slow, slow. Crawl, fall, put's her hand onto the leg of the wooden table. Lifts herself up, pulling, scratching, "honey, help me." He doesn't answer. No need, he's with her, in pain, on the floor, in the pitch dark, in the pitch dark, in the blackness of the night, the moon shining through. The moon, a full moon, help her, help her, please.