This might be a little gory and strange but its just a quick one-shot I had stuck in my head. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the mortal instruments.
She lay on the floor staring at the ceiling. Her scarlet hair haloed her pale face. Her bloody limbs sprawled like a porcelain dolls.
Hollow.
It's how she was. How she learned to be. How they made her.
No anger. No joy. No happiness.
No pain.
"It's easier like this to not feel anything. It's nice." She thought. "It's hard to believe I wasted so much time caring. Feeling. Wasting energy on things I could never control or need. Emotions. How useless. This is better. This is safer."
She slowed her breathing in time with her heartbeat.
B-bump..B-bump..B-bump.
Her heart and breath took a slow steady rhythm.
B-bumpB-bump..B-bump.
"It's so odd." She observed, "Countless times I've heard my heartbeat but, never like this. I've never bothered to listen. I never thought it important."
B-bump..B-bump..B-bump.
She couldn't feel her body, she didn't want too. Feeling meant having to accept reality.
She'd rather die.
"Die. Dyeing. "She wondered"Am I dead?" She closed her eyes.
B-bump..B-bump..B-bump.
"Not dead." She decided. "But, would it be easier to be dead? "Her eyes snapped open. "It would be easier. They wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore. It would be nice."
No anger. No joy. No happiness. No pain.
Slowly, stiffly she raised her wrist. The movement was enough for her body to burn in pain. She ignored it.
She brought her wrist to her mouth and bit.
Blood. Her blood. She never tasted her own blood willingly before.
Her blood flowed down her throat. Hot. Metal. Choking. Burning.
She didn't move her wrist. She bit harder. Her teeth ripping through muscle and veins.
More blood. More Burning.
B-bump…B-bump…
Her breath slowed.
B-bump…
Her heart stopped.
She lay on the floor. Dead. Broken.
Hollow.
It's my first fanfic so please please please review!