 |
| ::Pale White Lines:: and she sat there huddled in her dim corner arms wrapped around her knees locked into her chest she rocked gently back and forth she listened to the noises around her the laughter the squeals of excitement the cries of happiness and felt more alone then ever she held out her left wrist stared contemplated mesmorised through those veins flowed life and it could all be taken away so quickly she was her own god she would choose when she died she would choose how to die and she would do it herself she continued rocking continued thinking the noises around her echoing in her head the silent tears started to fall her vision blurred but she refused to give in she will not cry. in the dim light something shimmered someting metallic caught the light and gleamed it reflected off onto the paint-peeling ceiling she took her knife ran it over the skin just enough to see white lines appear she started a criss-cross pattern half-smiled to herself the tears stopped flowing the noises ceased to be all that was left was her and her knife she watched, still mesmorised as the pale white lines slowly disappeared she traced them back again watched as they again faded traced them watched them fade traced them watch them fade stopped put her knife away got up wiped away the tears plastered on her fake smile and walked back out into the light to act happy again and she's sure those pale white lines will be back she knows they will one day they'll go deep enough to create a nice red puddle by Gemma |