Red
Disclaimer: Nope don't own it
Warnings: Lots and lots of blood, cutting, hey it's Farfie, why'd you expect
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
NOTES: Um, it was late (2:58 am) and I was in a Farfelloish mood o_O; I wanted to break out my goody-ness writing and be creepymore then usual
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Aya and Omi (Gets that far away look) *Giggles*
Red. Bright scarlet. Deep crimson. Flowing like a river down my blades. Silver, shining brightly against my pale skin, pressing against it. It wells and a thin trial of red reveals itself, not enough to break through the skin just yet, so I give a little effort to bring me the peace that I cannot have. The dam is broken, it trickles brightly like as rose, but I want more. The silver blade presses deeper and I get what I want, an even flow. In runs in rivulets, warm against my cold body, dripping off the ends of my fingertips. Intrigued by the color I bring a finger to my lips and let the sweet copper taste spread across my tongue.
I can't feel anything but I can taste the pain and it makes me shiver in delight, pain hurts so many. Pain hurts the one who was supposed to help me. Make him suffer, he doesn't like to see his children suffer. It's hurts him. I take another blade and trail it along my face, feeling the heat roll off me, dripping, making little puddles at my feet. I touch the tip of my tongue to the gathered liquid on the silver blade and run it across, spreading new wondrous pain that I can taste.
I can go for hours like this, but then there's always someone to stop me. I don't mind though, although I would like to see if their blood is red as mine and sometimes If I'm lucky I do if they're not fast enough. I find that my blood still runs red through me, I pictured black, perhaps that's why I'm so fascinated in my blood and the blood of others. To see it running down their frightened faces that beg for their lives. Sometimes their blood mingles with mine and you cannot tell the difference. In the end I finally put them out of their misery, I love watching them squirm in their own blood as their last breath leaves them.
I press a blade to my other arm, it's getting hard to use it, I feel nothing but I can't move my arm anymore. Daydreaming has caused me not to pay attention and I've cut too deep and too much. I stand, watching the world sway around me like some twisted merry go round that wont stop. I think I've stumbled into something and fallen, all I see darkness, I can feel the warmth of my blood underneath me and a sick smile ghosts my lips. Someone always finds me, but now I don't think anyone will. I don't want them to. The darkness is all I have to find me and she did.
Rae: (Runs away screaming)
Durandel: O.O
I scare myself... and others too. Review and tell me if I scared you too o_O