This is sad. Depressing. The song lyrics will be in this one because it will help set the mood. Do read them.
"You what?" Skulduggery's skull followed Valkyrie as she paced her bedroom.
"Skulduggery... Think about it, if I'm not here than Darquesse will no long be a problem. Innocent people won't die. You won't die."
"Valkyrie I'm already dead."
"So what? Skulduggery I want you to kill me."
"No, Valkyrie. No."
There is a girl,
in the front of my class,
who I swear I've never seen,
do anything but laugh.
Valkyrie walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. She grabbed the knife from the draw and walked outside. The moon was bright, big and yellow. The sky black and no stars.
The perfect night to die.
She heard the door open as she dragged the blade across her wrist.
She's tall and she's smart,
beautiful and strong,
and when someone's down,
she tries to fix what is wrong.
The blood ran down her wrist where it pooled in her palm. Skulduggery grabbed the knife from her and picked her up.
"Put me down."
"No."
"SKULDUGGERY!"
"No. Valkyrie I will not watch you destroy yourself."
"Then look away." She growled. She thrashed in his arms and clicked her fingers. The fire caught Skulduggery's suit and he dropped her. Valkyrie grabbed the knife and ran.
She ran and ran and ran and ran. But no matter how fast she ran she would still be a bad person.
How does someone so perfect,
feel so insecure.
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns,
and still want to hurt more.
Valkyrie sat down and set fire to her knife. It caught and Valkyrie pressed it against her leg. She kept her lips tight together and her eyes watered but still she let it burn through her clothes. Once it met her skin she gasped and pressed it down harder.
A shadow fell over her but she kept her head down. Eventually the shadow moved and she heard footsteps as the man walked away. Valkyrie raised her head slightly and saw the man skip slightly as he ignored her.
She took the knife away and pressed it down against her other thigh. She bit her lip but didn't make a sound as pain worked it's way through her leg. She searched for the pocket knife in her jacket and stabbed it through the burn on her left leg.
How does someone so loving,
learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade,
as if her mind isn't dark enough.
She dropped the scorched blade and waved her hand, as the fire went out she wrenched the pocket knife from her leg and turn her arm up. She traced her soft skin lightly before she starting writing.
After a while she stopped and fainted, the pain proving to be to much.
There is a girl,
in the front of my class,
who's eyes are glazed over,
like newly cut glass.
Valkyrie woke up in a bed. She looked around and sat up slightly. Her eyes scrunched and she screamed as stabs of agony made a way up her body. She looked at her left arm and unwrapped the bandage. Her eyes widened at the words.
Failure. Freak. Idiot. Ugly bitch. Waste of space.
She tried to sit up again but her legs were burning like mad and she dropped her head down again. Staring at the roof.
The ghost of a smile,
hints at her face,
and she laughs as they tell her,
'who's on first base.'
She really screwed up this time. Skulduggery walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything her just sat there and stared at her.
"Why?"
His voice was broken and quiet. Hesitant as if he wasn't sure who she was.
She didn't even know who she was.
She shrugged and kept her lips tight together. She bottled in all her emotions and smiled, a very, very, fake smile.
"Once I'm healed I'm sure I'll be fine. I was being an idiot. Wasn't thinking clearly, but I'm fine."
She didn't mean it, of course, but he didn't need to know that. She's faked it for so long that a few more years couldn't hurt. Even if they did.
How does someone so perfect,
feel so insecure.
As to scar her own skin with cuts and burns,
and still want to hurt more.
She would cry every night. Die in her mind.
How does someone so loving,
learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
as if her mind isn't dark enough.
She would give in one day. Give in to the pain. She will slit her own throat and save the world once again.
There is a girl in the front of my class,
who's so sad that you find it rare,
to see her smile or laugh.
Her friends tell her jokes,
like the one with that guy,
but all she does is close her eyes
and enter her mind.
Days passed and Valkyrie faked recovery. She faked her smiles and her laughs. Put on a show so no one would ask questions or worry about her. She wasn't strong, no way. She was weak. And she will always be remembered as the girl who committed suicide because she couldn't handle the ways of the world.
How does someone so loving,
learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
as if her mind isn't dark enough.
How does someone so loving,
learn to hate her own guts.
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade,
as if her mind isn't dark enough.
For her imperfections.
Valkyrie sat on her bed and cried. She turned she knife over in her hands, and took a deep breath.
"Sorry..." She whispered, and she plunged the knife into her chest.
She wrote a few notes:
"I'm sorry I didn't say,
but my mind was messed up,
you couldn't save me anyway.
And to the girl on the back of the class,
who feels the way I did...
'How does someone so perfect,
feel so insecure.
As to scar her own skin with cuts and burns,
and still
want to
hurt more...'"
I want you to tell me what you think. To whoever reads it, tell me what you felt. If you relate. Tell me what needs to change to make it better.