Okay its HSC times for me so I'm in super emo-depressed-mode ( and there's TON'S in my life for me to get depressed and all suicidal about ). No one give me a butter knife or I will surprise you all!!
This is the most depressing thing I have ever written, I used personal experience in some bits…well all bits except the reason (I don't do heart breaks).
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Shizuru sat staring out her bedroom window watching all the young couples strolling along happily as they enjoyed the weekend.
It hurt… no, it stung.
Her heart felt like it had been stashed open. So much like the night long ago when she had expressed her feeling to Natsuki.
Just when she had finally gotten the courage to tell the girl she loves how she feel, she got that.
It would have been better to have been told she was hatted, despised! But no! She was given the 'lets just be friends' talk!
It hurt, her heart felt like a festering wound that had never healed. Well in truth it was right. She would never get over the love she held for the other girl.
No matter how much it hurt she would always harbour those feelings of love and devotion.
Moving away from the window she picked the box that she was very familiar with. Opening the tin box she gazed at the object that had brought her comfort, that had helped her move through this painful part of her life in hope of a better future.
Taking it from its box Shizuru moved into her apartments bathroom and stood over the sink looking at the marks that defined her.
Pulling up her sleaves she unclipped the safety guard and slashed the blade across her wrist. Emotionless eyes watched as the blood slowly seeped from her skin and pool into her open palms.
The pain in her heart always seemed to fade when she did this. The blade pulling through her skin always seemed to relive her of her pent-up emotions allowing her to feel nothing.
It was like the relief after a storm, it only lasted for a while but it was enjoyed.
Watching the blood drip from her hand in began its slow trip to the sinks drain.
Smiling sadly at the though she put the blade down and watched her life bloods path on the porcelain.
Is that what will happen to me one day. Will I just disappear down some sink in the world never to be seen again? Will anyone notice?
Quirking her eyebrow she silently asked Will anyone care?
Well then I should start my journey, the work is my sink, and I'm looking for the plug hole.
Turning Shizuru dabbed at the blood, yanked down her sleave, and walked out the door.
Just as the crimson liquid reached its end.
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I know Shizuru is a bit OC here but if you think about it I really can see her doing that if Natsuki had turned her down (which we all know she didn't!!)
Oh and flame if u want I'm a bit of a pyro so I'll probably enjoy it lol (or I'll have another reason to get out my tin box :P )