Finding Myself...
chapter 1...



Shock.


That's all i felt. I stared at the man in front of me, not believing my own ears. Frantically, i searched his eyes for any trace of his earlier humor. Gone. Every last trace of it, gone.

"Did you even hear a word I said, Alix? It's over." He was angry.

I lifted my head, not trusting my self to speak, i gave a meek, solemn nod. Satisfaction in his gaze, he turend on his heal and left. Just like that. Gone. Blinking a few times I tried to register what had just happened. Frowning, I stared at the spot he had been standing only moments ago.

The sudden slam of the door closing snapped me out of my trance. Slowly, a single tear slipped from my eye, dropping to the hard wood floor below. Knowing I had just wasted a good, pure tear on a guy that just left me for my beat friend sence dippers I begun to cry harder. I had to do something, i can't just stand here and weep. I dashed up the stairs, to my room. Slamming the door behind me I walked to my dresser and opened the drawers.

Vision blurred by tears I frantically dug threw the drawers. Soft fabrics falling to the floor as i tossed them over my shoulder. I began to panic just as my finger collided with something sharp. Jerking back at the sudden sting i glanced at my finger. Scarlet blood trickling from the cut, hitting the floor soon after. With my other hand, i grabbed what had cut me.

Examining the razor in my hand, i recall the undying pain, all the beatings, and every single insult that drove me to using the blade in the first place. Twirling it around in my palm i catch sight of old blood stains, indicating past uses.

Blade in hand, i run to my bathroom. Locking the door behind me.

"Just one cut... right?" i mumble as i slide down the door. Rolling my sleeves up to my elbows, revealing the jagged, ghost white, scars. the most recent being a month old. Tears staining my cheeks, i take a deep breath. i here my phone playing ' I don't want to be like you ' by Blood on the Dance Floor. Not moving to answer it, i bring the blade to my wrist. One quick swipe and a small stream of scarlet was seeping through the fresh cut, staining the floor. It wasn't enough. Bringing the razor back to my wrist i branded another bad memory into my skin. Another swipe for being to ugly to keep a boyfriend, one for falling in love, another for loosing the guy to my friend.

Soon i had six cuts on both wrists, blood pooling on the floor. I begun to get dizzy. Leaning forward, ignoring the throbbing in my wrists, i tried to crawl to the sink.

"gotta wash 'em now." My voice slurred dew to the blood loss. I was loosing too much blood. l fell sprawled on the cold, once white linoleum, darkness creeping in. I herd yelling. I didn't try to answer the voice was miles away. Besides for once i felt... happy, a sense of peace.

I was slipping, falling into darkness, when the door was suddenly kicked in. A boy was hovering over my body by now. He sat down, tears staining his cheeks. Lifting my head and placing it in his lap, his eyes never left mine.

"Stay with us, young princess." He begged.

Then I fell into total darkness...

Comments:
There are no messages yet
xXReaching4MyDreamsXx
Novel / Novella
Other
writing xXReaching4MyDreamsXx
Bookmark and Share

You must log in to rate.
This has not been rated.

Synopsis
"Just one cut... right?" i mumble as i slide down the door. Rolling my sleeves up to my elbows, revealing the jagged, ghost white, scars. the most recent being a month old. Tears staining my cheeks, i take a deep breath. i here my phone playing ' I don't want to be like you ' by Blood on the Dance Floor. Not moving to answer it, i bring the blade to my wrist. One quick swipe and a small stream of scarlet was seeping through the fresh cut, staining the floor. It wasn't enough. Bringing the razor back to my wrist i branded another bad memory into my skin. Another swipe for being to ugly to keep a boyfriend, one for falling in love, another for loosing the guy to my friend. Soon i had six cuts on both wrists, blood pooling on the floor. I begun to get dizzy. Leaning forward, ignoring the throbbing in my wrists, i tried to crawl to the sink. "gotta wash 'em now." My voice slurred dew to the blood loss. I was loosing too much blood. l fell sprawled on the cold, once white linoleum, darkness creeping in. I herd yelling. I didn't try to answer the voice was miles away. Besides for once i felt... happy, a sense of peace. I was slipping, falling into darkness, when the door was suddenly kicked in. A boy was hovering over my body by now. He sat down, tears staining his cheeks. Lifting my head and placing it in his lap, his eyes never left mine. "Stay with us, young princess." He begged. Then I fell into total darkness...
A Word from the Writer
not finished may include violence not recommended for people under 14 or 15
© 2014 WritingRoom.com, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WRITING | POETRY WRITING | CREATIVE WRITING | WRITE A BOOK | WRITING CONTESTS | WRITING TIPS