Title: N/A at the Moment (Chap. 1)
Memo: This story's rated M (Mature) for the following reasons:
-Contains gruesome& extremely graphic scenes.
-People with sensitive stomachs, don't read.
-Some extremely graphic words& cuss words as well.
-If you get sick seeing or listening bout blood, don't read.
-For those who enjoy stories like this, welcome. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story Excerpt: As she reached the knife holder, she was engulfed in dark and menacing shadows. She reached for the knife on the top most holders and pulled it out. As she did this, the knife glisten silver in the navy blue room. She pulled out a piece of her hair and let it fall on the knife to see how sharp it was; the hair then easily sliced in half and she then studied it like a jewelry thief would examine pure diamond.
Body: She sat in the windowsill watching the microscopic raindrops race each other down the window, wondering if she'll ever feel happy again. She had just suffered a lost and her mom went to the store. After one bolt of lightning hit, all the power went out. She remembered the happy sunlit days she used to share with him. This only made her more miserable and her mom wasn't going to do anything bout it. So, she climbed down from the windowsill and moved across her room littered with old photos of him. As she reached the flight of stairs that now casted long, navy blue shadows throughout the stairwell.
She finally reached the bottom of the steps, turned let and walked to the end where the oak door led to the shadow infested kitchen. As she reached the knife holder, she was engulfed in dark and menacing shadows. She reached for the knife on the top most holders and pulled it out. As she did this, the knife glisten silver in the navy blue room. She pulled out a piece of her hair and let it fall on the knife to see how sharp it was; the hair-her hair- then easily sliced in half and she then studied it like a jewelry thief would examine pure diamond. She then placed the blade gently to her palm and slid it down watching the crimson liquid trickle out and began to feel happy once more. Next, she took the blade, now covered in crimson liquid, and slid it across her wrist witnessing her own blood trickle out ever so slowly drop by drop. She then stopped and quickly washed the knife off, where there once had been crimson liquid, and threw it into the knife holder once more. Hearing foot steps leading to the kitchen, she quick, but ever so quietly, ran to her room and locked the door behind her. She once more climbed onto the windowsill and resumed her depressed state. "Huh... if only the sun would shine, but it steadily increased since I've been away," she said sighing in sadness and sarrow. It only seemed like a month ago when she spent a family picnic with her him and mother. Her mom, the only person she felt she could talk to, was too careless to worry bout her, so she wouldn't care if she cut her wrists.
As morning came and afternoon slipped away, and dusk approached, she resumed her seat in the windowsill. Once again, she had missed another day of school and the principle said, "I don't know what happened to you, Lilith. But you've been missing classes and school days lately, if you miss one more, you'll be expelled. Is there anything you need to talk bout?" and she would always say, "No, nothing's wrong I've just been terribly ill lately." he would always buy that story. Her mom could care less whether or not she got expelled. "Who needs them anyway?" is exactly what she said after she received a phone call from the principle.