Alone
You stared at yourself in the mirror. From the outside you still looked the same girl you had always been. Still the same old jacket, the same old hairstyle and the same old scarf around your neck.
But your eyes betrayed you.
They were so small, sitting in their sockets on your face and yet they somehow knew more about you than any other part of your body. They were the door to your soul. The light that once shined in those pools of purple had flickered and died. Just like you. Your burning fire had escalated into an inferno before it extinguished itself.
Storms were running rampant. Anger. Hate. Suffering. Despair. Sadness. Loneliness.
You were a shell, a vague resemblance of the cheery blonde that liked making jokes and loved the thrill of a good fight. The memories seemed so far away now, like they were from a different life. You didn't recognize yourself anymore.
Alone.
"Ruby?" Your throat hurt, like you were trying to shove needles down your windpipe.
Like saying her name would make any difference. You needed to see the reality, she wasn't here. Ruby wasn't here.
Why did the world hate you this much?
Maybe you deserved this. You couldn't protect your sister and have scared away the one you once trusted. And loved. You knew that you should become angry, that your eyes should turn red and that you should burn. But you couldn't.
You looked at your hands. Crusts of dried blood and barely healed wounds covered your skin. The thought of who the blood belonged to made a single tear roll down her cheek. Just one. You wanted to cry and let the tears wash over you, hoping it would clean the blood off her hands.
That's when you noticed the change in your eyes. One was shallow purple while the other was a pool of red. Just like the pool of red your sister had been bathing in when they found her.
You looked around, hoping for a sign of life, but found no one. It was like the rest of the world didn't exist any longer. You were in a dimly lit room with no company besides your broken soul.
Alone.
A scream of anguish erupted from your throat and in a craze you let fist crash against the mirror, breaking it. Stinging pain filled your head as the wounds on your knuckles had reopened. The pain felled… good.
You couldn't care less about the blood dripping down on the white tiles of the bathroom floor. There had been so much blood spilled already, these little droplets meant nothing.
With great interest you looked at one of the shards of the mirror. It shone faintly in the light of the room and its edge was razor sharp. The edge had never looked so soft before. You wanted to experience that pain again, you wanted to forget about the rest for just a few seconds.
Just as were about to make a move for the shard you felt something hold you back. Two alabaster, slender arms had slipped around your midriff. They hugged you as hard as they possibly could.
A sad smile spread over your lips.
Maybe you weren't as alone as you thought.
A/N
A lot of you are probably confused as to why I wrote this.
Let's just say that I'm not in the best of shapes at the moment. I can't explain why because I don't know myself. Nothing extreme or important happened recently.
For some reason I wanted to express myself in this short story.
I'm not bothering to reread it or rephrase it and will possibly remove it at a later date.
As for the other stories, the one shot is being worked on, I just haven't felt like continuing it because of the stress for my exams and the small depression I'm currently trying to deal with.
Don't worry, I'll try to make up for lost time once my exams are over.
Also, this may be a hint for a story I'm possibly picking up again in the future.
For those who care, I'll be fine.
Thank you.