School had let out an hour ago, and Faith was back home. She was in the bathroom again the door was locked. She had picked up a shard of the beer bottle from the ground and was slowly breaking the flesh. She enjoyed the pain. It was her only escape.
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Excerpt from Faith's Notebook:
Dissension of the Spirit:
Slowly etching, lightly carving.
An escape route from my pain.
Leading towards an ultimate destruction.
Slowly flowing, lightly breaking.
Warmth and danger, strive to mend.
Is this what I have been reduced to?
Destroying myself slowly, just to leave this world.
Bleeding myself quickly, but it's not deep enough.
It's just enough to ease this pain away.
-End
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Faith carved an intricate pattern around the tattoo on her right arm. She watched the blood flow, she was reduced to hurting herself, because she was hurting inside. She had no way to ease the pain, no knight in shining armor to save her, no one to worry about her. She had nothing.
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Excerpt from Jonathan's Journal:
April 29:
Is this really what I have to do? I don't want to. I tried to make them stop. Tried to get them to stop. Asked for help. But nothing. I fear I have no other choice. I think it is the only way. It is the only way...
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Jonathan always alone, there was Faith, but she wasn't really a friend. Just an ally. Someone dragged into the war, the war them against him. He wrote some more in his journal, it was his private thoughts, his most secret thoughts, his deadliest thoughts. What he wrote in that journal was deadly.
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Angel walked into Doyle's house, and immediately headed for his bedroom. Despite Doyle calling his name, he didn't listen. He went into his bedroom and turned the CD player on. He got to doing his homework, but his thoughts drifted away, drifted to Faith. She was pretty, she was dark, she was fun to be around, he liked her attitude, he wanted to get to know her. But she kept pushing him away. He tried to apologize she rejected it. He wouldn't give up though, not yet.
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Faith dropped the shard of glass into a shoebox she kept under the sink. In that shoebox was a razor, a switchblade, various knives, a needle, and that shark of beer bottle glass. It was her collection, what her life was based on. All she was good at, all she was meant to do, all she wanted do.
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Faith lay in bed, the cuts had stopped bleeding two hours ago. She had forgotten about her homework, the kids, and Angel. Cutting herself made her forget things. She didn't mind though, it's what she did it for. She had given up crying along time ago, whenever she did it her mother would beat her. Making her cry harder thus causing her mother to beat her harder.
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Excerpt from Faith's Notebook:
Tears:
Crying only makes the pain at worse.
Tears only cause her to beat me more.
Every time I shed a tear
My fear grows
Fearing if she'll know
-End
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