Brazen she sat alone each day. Waiting, for something that nobody knew, maybe, not even her, herself. Maybe it was her saviour, her silent whisperer, coming to save her from herself. From the constant growing emptiness inside her, that was consuming her soul.
The days passed, and with each, she saw herself becoming an outcast, alone, in her school society. He had always been there. Her friend, her love, the one that tamed the wild fire inside her, and brought her back to reality.
She had regular fights. And he was just another random observer, looking on, at the girl with the attitude problems. He never looked back, afterwards. Never whispered in her ear, to calm down never held her arm back, or wiped the blood from her face again. She was alone, and that was that.
It was only later on, after weeks of being apart, that it started. She cut her arms. Near her wrists, but never enough to make her lose too much blood. Just enough to make her feel better. Each time was a silent plea to him. Asking him to come back, and save her. Help her. She was afraid. Afraid of the silence that was so consuming, afraid of the dark, that filled every corner. Afraid of life without him there.
He was alone as well. But that he could handle, even though it was tearing him up inside to be away from her he handled it in different ways.
He saw her, alone, and wanted desperately to go and sit with her. To be close to her, and whisper in her ear. But then he remembered. He remembered the feeling he got when he did that. The feeling that was beyond friendship, and became afraid, afraid to let his feelings show. Too scared to apply himself in that situation. You could call him a coward, and he probably was. But fear and love are strong emotions…. they can drive people to do all sorts of things.
A happily ever after, overlooked, by foolishness of teenage hormones, friendship, and anger. A relationship in ruins because of life. And such is life. Such is the fact that, in life, nothing ever works out how we want. Sometimes it turns in our favour and sometimes not so.
"So Black My Eyes, And Cut My Wrists."
Sometimes you get the feeling you want to disappear, and watch people get upset, only to return and shout "SIKE!"
Just to get a reaction. To show people that they don't appreciate you. Or you don't feel a belonging. To show them, in a way, how much they'll miss you once your really gone.
Nobody should fear death, because in the end, it's going to happen. But some people embrace it. They want to die. And these are the feelings of our little protégé Mystery. Our leading lady. To her, death, was an option. But would she be brave enough to do the task. Could she really say goodbye to everything that surrounded her. To say goodbye to her Farther? Her Mother, and Brother? But most of all Drake?
The boy, or man, to distinguish is hard. The one that plagues her dreams, and haunts her nightmares. Forever lost in a world of up roar.
That night she walked home alone… nobody there beside her…
She walked into the empty house, and sat alone, her parents were away on business. She cried, letting each tiny droplet fall onto the table, her head in her arms. Hurt, and broken inside, she suffered.
"In Pain and Anguish she stands alone,
Her heart bleeds black, heavy as stone,
And as the cold air, whips her ears,
Her eyes are wet, drowning in tears.
Unwanted, unloved
She takes her strife
Alone in her house,
Alone with a knife
The blood runs fast, cold and dark,
She sighs in the release, of her heavy heart."