(A/N: it appears that I’ve gotten back into my stage of sadistic drabbles… go figure.)

Silence

Silence.

Quiet and serene, like the solitude I once strived for. Beautiful oceans of despair I once bathed in.

Perhaps I still do.

The sun rises, the bloodied color of my nightmares and dreams. A golden orb in the sky.

I used to wish that someone would notice, but now I wish everyone would let me be.

I never did anything for you to really care, so why can’t you stop?

Every time I move, it seems as if you’re right there, breathing your icy breath down my neck.

Again and again you hurt me, but you claim you love me.

I say “No! I will not be your rag doll!” but, of course, you laugh and just continue with your plight.

How long will this continue? Until I’m dead?

I’ve killed you now, but now it’s almost too quiet for the world to be considered normal.

I miss my screams of pain, your laughter, so malicious and wanting.

“Come back,” I’d cry to the skies, “I loved you after all.”

I ripped back my head, the knife I’d used to plunge your heart poised at my chest. I let the most wailing, sorrowful scream rip painfully from my delicate throat and stabbed.

I would have imagined that the pain would’ve been unbearable, had I really cared to think about it. Blood spurts, a fountain of crimson liquid.

I can only hope that God will take pity on my soul.