Grace of Heaven
By: Locke and Demosthynes
Disclaimer: Don't own.
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Chapter 3: Get it Done
Her fingers trembled as she traced her fingers over the wall delicately. Her fingernails were caked with dried blood, her hair hung down in dirty chunks down her dirty and stained shirt. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion.
"..Down and under…goes the way.." came her shaky and pain filled voice. Her back hurt her; the bright red angry scars were still hurting. Her ears perked at a sound. Cautiously she looked around, seeing nothing. She turned back when she heard it again. Shaky, she crawled on her bloody knees to look over her bed. Nothing. Painfully, she gritted her teeth as she pulled herself upright. Nothing. Her padded footsteps walked painfully around the barren room. Her eyes swept over the empty room, she sighed a breath of relief. Her tired feet took her to the immaculate almost sterile bathroom.
"No…" came the shaky whisper. Her eyes widened at the person who looked back at her. The tired blue eyes, the long dirty hair. It was her. Broken and lost. She was broken. She was broken. Broken. Broken. Broken like a useless doll. Thrown away. Cast off. A useless, tired and broken doll. Anger started to wield up within her.
"No. No. NO. NO. NO!!!!" came her angry words as she beat on the mirror with her raw and bloody hands. "It's not true. It's a lie. It's not true…" she yelled as tears streaked down her dirty face. Staring into her distorted reflection she searched frantically for something anything. Grabbing a dull blade that was using before she grabbed her dirty hair, and attacked it. Ripping, cutting and slicing through the stained hair. The hair that she once so cherished. The hair that she had spent years growing and years to make it perfect. The hair that symbolized everything she was. Being rich, perfect, loved. Everything she was, everything she wanted was gone. All gone.
"Stop her! Hold her down!" came loud voices as two men in white burst into the bathroom. They flew to her. Grabbing her arms, tackling her legs, dragging her out and wrenching the blade from her bleeding hand.
"Keep her still. Keep her still!! Hold her down Damnit!" came the loud voice of a beautiful Asian woman in a white lab coat. She pulled out a needle and quickly stuck it into the dirty arm of the sobbing girl. She immediately relaxed. They set her down on the bed, as the doctor grimaced at her bleeding hands and uneven, dirty hair.
"Sweetie, look at me. Look at me." Came the doctor's soft voice as she smoothed the uneven hair down. "Why did you do this?" The girl looked at her. With her sad cerulean eyes, with her bleeding hands, with her dirty hair, with her dirty and bruised body. She opened her cracked lips. Frowning the doctor leaned in close to hear the barely audible words
"Because I'm not dead"
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No flames….too tired
Next chap called Dirty Girl