A/N: I know I know, what is this girl crazy (meaning me not the character)?
Well yes that too. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about
I am referring to me posting a new story after I left my old story hanging
for about 2 months. But I have actually had this story written for a while
I just never uploaded. I promise that I will keep up more with my other
story Caving In and I am just going to leave Broken Hearts for now(If you
still don't know what I am talking about click on my name and you will see
my stories). This story is a lot different than my other two, but I hope
you enjoy it. I have two other chapters written but I won't post them till
I get 5 reviews.
Every breath I take feels like a thousand knives piercing my skin. If only they would. But I feel the pain without reaping the benefit of death. I clench my teeth together as another torturous scream rings out in my head. It is trying to get out. It is getting stronger and I'm losing control. This can't be life. I am dead and this is my unknowing Hell. I could do it, end it. No one would notice. Not for hours. A pathetic body lying in a pool of my crimson blood; and I would hold onto the last string of life just a little while longer. So they could see my last intake of breath. My hollow eyes and tormented screams would haunt them, sucking their innocence away. Blame. It is a funny thing. Often times it is taken when it should not be, and it is thrown to others when a person can't face the truth. It eats away at your very being till there is nothing left. I want them to feel guilt and pain that has never existed in the fluffy chambers of their minds. A hurt that no doctor can heal, a stinging that makes them scream out in their sleep and leaves the taste of acid mixed with blood in their mouth. Then, then, they will only know a fraction of what I endured. This one will be memorable. We will not just become some statistic some headline in last week's newspaper. This will be history. The death that ripped away their perfect shining sun and plunged them into the black abyss I exist in. No one is free from judgment. No one can escape.
-Oh god, oh god, make it stop! It hurts so badly. Someone please get this psycho out of my head!
A/N: Now go review, the voices in your head are telling you to.
Every breath I take feels like a thousand knives piercing my skin. If only they would. But I feel the pain without reaping the benefit of death. I clench my teeth together as another torturous scream rings out in my head. It is trying to get out. It is getting stronger and I'm losing control. This can't be life. I am dead and this is my unknowing Hell. I could do it, end it. No one would notice. Not for hours. A pathetic body lying in a pool of my crimson blood; and I would hold onto the last string of life just a little while longer. So they could see my last intake of breath. My hollow eyes and tormented screams would haunt them, sucking their innocence away. Blame. It is a funny thing. Often times it is taken when it should not be, and it is thrown to others when a person can't face the truth. It eats away at your very being till there is nothing left. I want them to feel guilt and pain that has never existed in the fluffy chambers of their minds. A hurt that no doctor can heal, a stinging that makes them scream out in their sleep and leaves the taste of acid mixed with blood in their mouth. Then, then, they will only know a fraction of what I endured. This one will be memorable. We will not just become some statistic some headline in last week's newspaper. This will be history. The death that ripped away their perfect shining sun and plunged them into the black abyss I exist in. No one is free from judgment. No one can escape.
-Oh god, oh god, make it stop! It hurts so badly. Someone please get this psycho out of my head!
A/N: Now go review, the voices in your head are telling you to.