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This time, I decided tow rite mine own sotry
The reason I wrote this is because, one of my friends was really depressed,
so I tried to help him out, I think I just made him more depressed though
cries sorry!
Anyways, Hope ya read it and don't get nightmares and sue me, okay?
^___^
Delusional Death
She slowly lifted the knife out it's encasement, only to reveal its shimmering glaze that looked so tempting. It begged to touch her delicate skin, just one simple graze of pleasure would it like. She began to lift it slowly out of the box and moved to towards the pale moonlight. The knife had one over her, she was now only it subject. She slowly ever slowly, dipped the silver knife into her skin. Blood started to stream down on the area she had cut. Ah, the pleasure it gave The scarlet blood dripping down onto the pure white carpet. The knife then plunged further into her skin let more blood release from the wound. The blood, yes, the blood, looked so beautiful, so blissful. Was this all that life was meant for, pleasure? The carpet was now spread with blood, the wonderful scarlet blood She drove the knife deeper, looking towards her ceiling. It was so white, not like her, she was a fallen angel, who had ridded her wings for worse. Now she was only but a lifeless soul, longing for the day of life to come to her. The blood dribbled down further, as she shed more tears from her redded eyes An idea then sprung up in her manifested mind, why do we live, if we only in the end die? Her knife lusted for delicious blood. it screamed for it. She slowly then brought the knife up to her throat, thoughts flew through her head. Why am I doing this? Is it really wroth it? Am I even worth this world? Would one less be easier? What will happen? She lightly tilted the knife towards her throat, grazing bits of her flesh off. Is this right, she asked herself? Everything was going in such a rush, the blood stained carpet, the pleasure the pain brought ......... What wonders. She felt as though she were dreaming. She slowly aimed the knife towards herself and then looked into the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from the tears, her body covered in blood and the lustful knife, which she held in her bare hands. O, that knife.... who would have known it brought so much pleasure.... She slowly aimed the knife elsewhere, not to her neck but her heart. The object that had broughted her so much pain, guilt and suffering would be ridded from her. The blooded knife plunged into her skin. Yes, that heart would be gone.... She began cutting the skin around the place where she thought her heart might lie Her blood soaked shirt was now in shreds, but that did not matter to her. For it was the end of her. As she finished cutting the skin out she sprawled herself out on the floor. Clutching the object she had used for her murdered and which had twisted her mind in one hand and the object which had made her feel pain, sadness and madness in the other. Blood dribbling down from all ends
A/N: Ya know, I just was thinking, can you rip your heart out when you die?
The ending needs some help, the whole story does! Please read an review though! Thanks! ^___^
Delusional Death
She slowly lifted the knife out it's encasement, only to reveal its shimmering glaze that looked so tempting. It begged to touch her delicate skin, just one simple graze of pleasure would it like. She began to lift it slowly out of the box and moved to towards the pale moonlight. The knife had one over her, she was now only it subject. She slowly ever slowly, dipped the silver knife into her skin. Blood started to stream down on the area she had cut. Ah, the pleasure it gave The scarlet blood dripping down onto the pure white carpet. The knife then plunged further into her skin let more blood release from the wound. The blood, yes, the blood, looked so beautiful, so blissful. Was this all that life was meant for, pleasure? The carpet was now spread with blood, the wonderful scarlet blood She drove the knife deeper, looking towards her ceiling. It was so white, not like her, she was a fallen angel, who had ridded her wings for worse. Now she was only but a lifeless soul, longing for the day of life to come to her. The blood dribbled down further, as she shed more tears from her redded eyes An idea then sprung up in her manifested mind, why do we live, if we only in the end die? Her knife lusted for delicious blood. it screamed for it. She slowly then brought the knife up to her throat, thoughts flew through her head. Why am I doing this? Is it really wroth it? Am I even worth this world? Would one less be easier? What will happen? She lightly tilted the knife towards her throat, grazing bits of her flesh off. Is this right, she asked herself? Everything was going in such a rush, the blood stained carpet, the pleasure the pain brought ......... What wonders. She felt as though she were dreaming. She slowly aimed the knife towards herself and then looked into the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from the tears, her body covered in blood and the lustful knife, which she held in her bare hands. O, that knife.... who would have known it brought so much pleasure.... She slowly aimed the knife elsewhere, not to her neck but her heart. The object that had broughted her so much pain, guilt and suffering would be ridded from her. The blooded knife plunged into her skin. Yes, that heart would be gone.... She began cutting the skin around the place where she thought her heart might lie Her blood soaked shirt was now in shreds, but that did not matter to her. For it was the end of her. As she finished cutting the skin out she sprawled herself out on the floor. Clutching the object she had used for her murdered and which had twisted her mind in one hand and the object which had made her feel pain, sadness and madness in the other. Blood dribbling down from all ends
A/N: Ya know, I just was thinking, can you rip your heart out when you die?
The ending needs some help, the whole story does! Please read an review though! Thanks! ^___^