Words whisper to me,
Of hate, betrayal and no mercy.
Ugly. No. Worthless. No! Unwanted. NO! Hated. NO!
They scream at me, KILL YOURSELF!
NO! No...
See, even you realize that, don't you?
The darkness consumes me, blotting out my vision.
If I were to die... no one would care, would they? No, they wouldn't the voices geode.
The thin blade that had appeared in my hand shines as I press it to my skin.
Red trickles down my arm, creating vine like streams that pool on the floor
And I am in awe of its beauty.
Again. Again! AGAIN! They scream at me, though need no encouragement.
Once, twice, thrice more I slash at my ivory skin, tears of joy slip through my lashes as my eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Never have I felt more in control of my own life.
And never have I been more close to ending it.
My vision blurs, and I feel fuzzy.
I look in the mirror for the last time.
A girl with dull, red hair and blank broken, green eyes stares at me.
She is not crying. She is not trying to save herself, or reach out to me.
No, for once in her life she's... smiling.
A true smile. Not a fake, plastic smile that she must wear around everyone.
One so true, that I start to cry. Though it is not sad. I am happy for that girl.
I reach out to touch her face, as she reaches for mine, but I have no strength.
I've lost too much blood. It pools around me, red as roses.
My eyes slowly close, and darkness consumes me. A faint trace of the smile still plays on my cold and pale lips, as they sigh there
Last sigh of air, and I fall into eternal peace.
knowing no one would miss me...
