no more ink. now i have blood.
stupid impertinent bangs.
i ran to the door. beat on it with my fists over and over. the skin cracked and blood seeped out. it stained the doors.
i beat my pounding head with my fists blood ran down into my eyes
i collapsed onto the floor sobbing
i cant take it any more
pounding banging pounding moaning pounding
i cant sleep i cant eat i cant move
more pounding and banging and moaning
i tried to write but there was no more ink
i used the blood from my ears
no more hope
only death alone in this hole with the walls bulging with each bang and retracting with each moan
my senses would have been the death of me
not anymore
i will survive now
the man is very angry that i outsmarted him
he will try harder to scare me now
he laughed at my screams to stop the pounding
he laughed that i had no ink
i showed him
i took the useless pen and drove it into my ear
pain flooded my body but as the fluids seeped out there was only relief from partial silence
i pulled the pen out and looked at it covered in blood
switch hands
drove it into my other ear
blood fluids and silence
silence at last
and blood
ink from my ears like an old fashioned quill
i dip the pen into the red liquid
im so tired of trying to survive
the man still stares at me unmoving
so much expression in a wall
i stand up and fetch the bleach
i will just scrub him away
A/N: Thanks, hugs, and humps to our beta, and our prereaders! (givemesomevamp, cullen818, and EdwardsChipper!