TOURNIQUET

A/N: "Tourniquet" belongs to Evanescence and The Ring belongs to whoever's sick mind thought it up

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They locked me away in here because they thought it would help me. Help me. No, this can't help me. If anything, it will make me angrier, and make the pain worse. I might do something extremely horrible if I ever get out, now…

I tried to kill the pain

But only brought more

I flop down on the bed. My head is spinning again, worse than usual. I hate having to live with this. First the pain, and now the imprisonment. I just want everything to be normal. My mother, father, and me living at the stable with our horses. I'm just a little girl, only eight years old; that's where I should be: at home, with the horses. Not caged like an animal.

I lay dying

And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming

'Will this actually help improve my condition?' I ask myself. I mean, I am the worst case this hospital has ever seen. The doctor said it himself.

Am I too lost to be saved

Am I too lost?

Why am I like this? Why have I been cursed? What sets me apart from other children? They can't feel this pain, that's for sure. No one can, just me. The chosen one.

My God

My tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God

My tourniquet

Return to me salvation

As I watch the clock, the second hand spinning round and round, I come to an eerie realization. I can't remember a thing before I was inflicted with this ultimate suffering. Before the pain, the pictures, the screaming, the pleading. I don't remember ever being normal. All I remember is this horrible sensation, rushing like a river throughout my body.

Do you remember me

Lost for so long

I sit on the bed, somewhat dazed, my long, jet-black hair all over. I begin to think of my parents. I never really cared for my father. I mean, sure, I love the man; he brought me into the world, but…I don't know. He seemed to be scared of me. I didn't know why, but he just was. I have a feeling that he would try to hurt me if it wasn't for his wife. Mommy. I love Mommy more than anything, and I know she feels the same way towards me. I want to see Mommy, to have her reassure me, to give me a hug, and say everything is going to be okay. But they won't let me see her. I haven't seen either of my parents in a long, long time, ever since I first came here. 'Do they still love me?' I wonder, glaring into the camera. 'Do they think of me? What if…' I give a slight shiver. 'They have sided with the doctors, now? And they just see me as an insane nuisance?'

Will you be on the other side

Or will you forget me

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming

I throw back my hair and lay down again. How long have I really been here? Days, weeks, months, maybe even years? How much longer would I have to endure this torture? How much longer would it be?

Am I too lost too be saved

Am I too lost?

My spirit hurts. It feels like a trapped bird, flittering and fluttering inside of me, trying to escape its cage. I know, most people can't literally feel their spirits inside of them, but I can. I feel lots of things ordinary people can't feel. I need to be saved from this.

My God

My tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God

My tourniquet

Return to me salvation

I am growing angry, now. Should I just give up, and die, kill myself? No, why should I die? I haven't done anything wrong…yet.

My wounds cry for the grave

They should die, the ones who brought me here. I'll make them pay.

My soul cries for deliverance

But if I seek revenge, will I be condemned to Hell?

Will I be denied Christ

I don't care anymore…I'll get my revenge…

Tourniquet

In a way, I'll be dying with each of them…

My suicide

But I will also live on…and be heard.

~*~THE END~*~