Caution: Do not read if you want a happy ending. This is not my usual sappy, romantic, humorous, or even remotely mysterious story.
Her fingers curled around the crayon,
And it was yellow.
Because yellow meant happiness,
And that was what she was.
She drew a wobbly line
with a determined little hand.
And her eyes narrowed in concentration
at the paper that she held.
Her fingers held the stick
And they played King and Queen
on the top of the grassy hill
where they could see anything.
She traced a straight line
with superiority in her eyes,
and her fake crown was put in place
because it was a game of pretend.
Her fingers touched the gun,
she aimed and took a stance.
She would make her parents proud,
she would get another chance.
And she clicked the safety off
with a knowing, steady hand.
But before she pulled the trigger,
she looked at the green-eyed man.
Her fingers gripped the knife,
as it glinted off the light.
Then slowly, so damn slowly,
she drew a jagged line.
Her hands were shaking,
and her wrists covered in blood.
And she smiled a pretty smile,
because she'd soon be with her love.
Yikes...Didn't I warn you? I don't own any characters you THINK this is about o.O Becaue it could be about any one of them...not really.
This is terrible, yes?
Review.
Forever and Always,
Me