Do it.
Cut yourself.
You know you want to.
A certain black-haired girl with silvery eyes sat on the bathroom floor, wearing a black tank-top and long white pants decorated with roses. She held her head, wanting to scream at the voices to leave her alone, but she didn't want to alarm anyone. They're giving her a headache from the exhaustion of hearing them, but no one can stop them. It's impossible, there is no way anyone would believe her.
You're a monster.
Unworthy of life.
watch you day and night.
Coward.
Tears drip down her cheeks, feeling fear take over, but her eyes remained dull, "I just want it all to end." She pleaded, looking down at her blood-stained hands which she has been trying to rinse off, still drip from her fingers, wetting the fabric of her pants and blending with the while silk to a crimson red colour, tears fall onto her legs.
"I hate this, I hate it all." Ruby sobbed, curling up into a ball as the black figures closed in, letting the blood from its piercing sharp teeth drip onto her and trickle down her cheek. No one will believe her, so why cry for help? Why scream? It'll never get better, but only got worst over time.
Just leave me alone...
The sounds of footsteps catch her attention, a woman walks up beside her prior to kneeling down. She comforts her, stroking her hair, feeling it twist around her fingers.
"Yang..." She sobbed, looking beside her. The woman she thought to be Yang, wasn't Yang. It was her mother, the flesh disintegrating off her face.
I'm alone... please help me...