Blood of Worry
By Mister Schnopps
Disclaimer:
I don't own Tamora Pierce's characters. I don't know who this is about yet, but I don't own her, most likely.Author's Note:
Um… I don't have much to say, except read this. There will be a long author's note at the end. Oh…and the title? Don't ask.She watched as the blood poured from her arms, forming small pools on the previously clean floor. She felt with every drop gone, another worry, fear, pain, and difficulty would be gone. Soon enough, every worry—and drop of blood—would no longer disturb her.
All she could feel was relief. The very though of leaving her life brought the feeling of happiness others got by victory, or presents. The happiness of leaving her expectations. The happiness of leaving her family. The happiness of leaving her friends. The happiness of leaving her career. The happiness of…leaving.
She thought of her previous experiences in life, love, and friendship. Where had she gone wrong? When had she changed from a happy-go-lucky girl to a depressed, suicidal young woman? Why was life so screwed up?
With one last look at her slit wrists, she picked up her dagger. A smile formed on her face, and as she started to move the dagger to her heart, she heard a gasp from the doorway. Damn. She thought. Why do I always forget to lock the door? She turned to find a pair of troubled eyes. Eyes she learned to love. Eyes that belonged to her best friend, her lover, the only one she thought she could trust. Eyes that now ran wild with fear.
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A/N: I wrote that on my birthday (Oct. 3rd) Depressing, huh? What kind of girl writes something like this on her BIRTHDAY?! Anyway, who do think it is? I don't know who it is, myself. But knowing me its not going to be Alanna/George, Kel/Neal, Daine/Numair, or Kel/Cleon. Sorry. Review my story and tell me who you think it should be. 15 reviews, and I'll continue.