They never really noticed the scars.
They just blended in with the others.
It was nothing significant really.
She never got caught.
Never got caught with the things she did.
Did to to herself.
No one ever noticed.
And no one ever cared.
The tears streamed down her face, stained black from the thick makeup. Her hands moved of their own accord, familiar with the way she flicked her pocketknife open, and dug it down into her skin, dragging it across.
The blood was a relief.
The red streamed out of the cuts.
She was numb.
She'd lost her sense of pain so long ago.
She NEEDED the pain.
She couldn't live without it.
And she couldn't feel it anymore.
She grins sleepily, eyes unfocused and staring. Stumbling with every other step she collapses and her head lolls drunkenly.
She's happy for just a little moment in time, reality lost to the alcohol.
She wishes that this could be forever.
She's lifeless.
Going through her days through the endless routine.
It's been years.
And it still hasn't gotten better.
Or maybe she doesn't want it to get better.
Maybe she feels she deserves it.
she blames herself.
And in the end Thalia Grace withered away, the lifeless husk of a girl once so bright and full of life.
Because no one ever noticed the emptiness of her eyes.
thalia grace can't do this anymore.
and neither can i.