|Saturday the Seventh
Author: Pani Flyer PM
Nothing was said.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 902 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-21-13 - Published: 08-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3049159
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Somewhere out there I am sure there is a place to rest. Someplace to sleep and dream. A place that is not a living nightmare.
The blackness envelops her. It takes her and ruins her faint thoughts. Something grabs her and scratches her arms. She knows somewhere deep inside that on the outside she is safe, but for now inside she is dying.
They take her and turn her into something new. She is no longer the same girl who possesses an overwhelming innocence. A sensation of falling overcomes her. Am I dying?
No I am only living. I suddenly wake up and feel a dull feeling in my arms and stomach. My shirt is stained and I feel there is nothing to do but cry. I slowly rise out of bed and clean up the ruins of last night. Shuffling to the cold bathroom, I try to remember the night before. My mind does not allow me to relive the terrible events, even if they are no longer real. Good thing, because from the sight of my arms I don't want to know what happened. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with cold water. Every movement causes pain. I slowly slide down the wall behind me and stare at the floor.
What am I doing with my life?