Title: A trickle of Blood
Author: Unique
Rating: K-11
Pairing: -
Genre: angst
Warnings: viiltelyä
A/N Njoo, yritin jotain angstista kirjottaa, ja jotkut sanat on todennäköisesti tavattu väärin, niistä saa ilmoitella minulle, kun ei tätä oo kukaan betannukkaa.
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A Trickle of Blood
I laugh, though there is nothing to amuse me.
I cry, but there is no reason for my tears.
I yell, without any anger inside me.
The only emotion that I feel is confusion.
What's happening to me?
It's hard to explain, but at the same time it's the simplest thing in the world.
All I can do is scream in fear for others and myself.
I feel so empty and alone.
My conscience keeps blaming me for all this, and I'm slowly starting to believe everything it says.
It points out my every fault and mistake, and I just accept it like a compliment.
I have to do something to escape this mental pain, even if the answer is to use a more physical one.
I take the blade in my small hand, it shines in the moonlight.
I look at the back of my wrist: so clear and clean skin, so flawless.
The blade sinks in my skin immediately; a thin trickle of blood appears and breaks my dream-like state.
I notice what I've done, and usually I'd feel sorry for myself at this moment, but not now.
I raise the dagger and cut another slit in my forearm; just below the first one.
I sigh in pain and my arm feels different covered by warm blood.
I close my eyes and try not to scream, since someone could walk through that any second and find me, in this embarrassing state of condition.
My breath slows down, the count of my heartbeats smaller every minute.
I think I fell asleep after awhile, but from this sleep I shall never wake up.
I'm gone forever.