Well, here's a new story.
Sorry for no updates lately, I've been sick!!
But...I know this should be 'prologue' not 'prelude,' but I just think it sounds better the way it is.
Prelude
Late one night, she stole into the toilets, cubicle four. She sat upon the toilet, a blade within one hand, a pencil in the other. Sheets of paper rested between her soft lips, waiting for the graphite to touch upon it.
She set the paper on her lap, waiting for the right words to come to her, waiting. She wrote meaningless words, until some stuck, and then began to mutilate her small wrists.
Up toward her hand and back toward her elbow until the blood flowed nicely. She switched to her other arm, hand shaking as she made the same cuts. Ohhh, the blood feels nice and warm, she noted. Her head leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed, she felt as though she were floating.
She saw a sudden light, and then she was gone. All she left behind were a useless body, a blade, a pencil, and a note.
Russ, Murdoc, 2D.
It is nothing against you that I commit this heinous crime.
I commit this crime against myself.
I wasn't meant for this world in the beginning.
I feel that I no longer have purpose in this life.
I feel that there is nothing else left for me.
So sorry to disappoint, it had to end some way.
I would rather destroy myself than have somebody else do it for me.
Erm, well...
Review?!?!