Our Lips Are Sealed

By: Demon Goddess

Summary: Two friends share deadly secrets.

Part One, Chapter One: Diana

Her parents where fighting again. They always fought like this. The least little spark would set up a chain reaction of screams, loud voices and broken items. It was as if I was a portal in which all of their anger would pass through me, and I didn’t like the feeling. I couldn’t let it out, I had been taught all of my life that hurting someone else or screaming for no reason wasn’t right.

I had to find another way to let out these emotions; and I had.

I could feel my heart begin to beat faster and I couldn’t breathe. I began searching frantically, digging through layers upon layers of stuffed animals until I found what I was searching for. It was a little black bag, like the one that my father carried his toiletries in. but this one was different. It’s bright black color and white skull and crossbones contrasting horribly with the pink and white color scheme of my room. I opened it up and tried to find something, something that could ease my tension. The first thing that I laid my hands on was a razorblade, taken from my mother’s vanity. I didn’t think about anything as I dragged it across my arm. I dragged it across again and again until I was out of breath. I took on of the small pieces of cloth out of the bag and wiped away the free flowing blood. It stung a bit as I looked at the damage done this time. My arm was still in tact, but the damage was beyond noticeable. The marks where long and deep, some intercrossing with others forming what looked like patterns. I snuck into her personal bathroom and got out the peroxide, cleaning the cuts, watching the liquid bubble and sting.

I put the peroxide back into the medicine cabinet and closed the door. I looked into the mirror; seeing the bloodshot eyes of the reflection, large, dark circles underneath them, long brown hair disheveled and dirty.

And then I fell, I fell into the corner of the bathroom and cried; hard, jerking sobs that filled me with a miasma of despair.

Could nothing save me from the darkness?

A/N: This is the next story that I’m working on. This story has no weird spiritual or fantasy to it, just teens in trouble.