Red Stains
A
Bex/Grant
D R A B B L E
-This is NOT a fun-shot-
Summary: And as her vision started blurring and the small liquid scarlet stains drizzled down her wrist, staining it for others to see, she realized that this wasn't the solution. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Yet, she couldn't stop herself.
& & &
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Each drop created a little red stain on her wrist.
Soon, she knew, there would be little cuts
but they would F A D E away eventually.
Her pain,
her agony,
her depression,
however, would not.
They would remain,
even when all those red stains
had washed away.
Her inner thinking
would still be there,
even when those tiny C U T S
had become invisible.
She would never have been in this predicament if it wasn't for G R A N T.
He was the one that caused all this pain -
this unbelievable pain that she tried so damn hard
to get rid of.
But nothing worked.
The liquor,
the marijuana,
the trying-to-be-bad façade…
the C U T T I N G,
it all resulted in failure.
Hell, she became a freaking F A I L U R E.
Her friends
were gone –
long gone.
Her family
decided that she wasn't worth it.
And now he
had abandoned her.
After trying so hard to be that girl –
the one that was a perfect
F I T
to Grant Newman,
he had given her up
for the real deal.
A girl
blonde hair,
porcelain skin,
model-esque figure
that wore F I S H N E T S
and a leather jacket
was now slung over his
S H O U L D E R…
leaving her,
the one who tried so hard
to L O V E him
tossed at the corner of the road
like yesterdays
garbage.
That was when she started
C U T T I N G,
when she discovered those
red stains.
It wasn't right
she knew that
but it was her only solution.
& & &
A/N: So, I've been in a real angst-y mood lately (probably because I've been reading lots of one-shots by colourfuldaze –checkheroutsherocks-) which explains why I've been putting out some one-shots that are not funny –le gasp-.
Think I should write more angst?
Review and tell me.
S.W.I.T.Z
