Post by flo on Jun 23, 2008 18:18:20 GMT -5
Here i am... alone.
As I turn the light on, I thought that I would cone across a room mate screaming Turn that damn light off!But I was wrong... again. My feet hit the cold wooden floor as I took my shoes off and walked around to make this place home. My bed was comfy but kinda small but it would have to work, but hey, I am going to be here for only a year. I am a senior how bad could it get here? Well unless I am enemies with someone here. Then that would make all of the worst. But I have made many in the past but most of them were the headmasters and headmistresses. Although it made all the best out of living the school.
I get my suitcase and unpack all of my clothes, but it made me realize, black, black, and more black! I really need to come up with a darker color as soon as I get tired of this......hmmmmm... NAH!!! Black is me and I am apart of it! Who could get tired of black, it makes people look skinnier, well like I need to. I am already skinny as hell!
The pillows were soft and smelled really great, almost like my mom's perfume....... There I layed with tears coming down my face, all I wanted was to slit my wrist again, but my grandparents made me swear not to, or they would send me away.... What the hell? Why shouldn't I? I AM going to be gone all year And that gives it time to scar. No one could help me! No one could understand, that WAS it, no one could ever understand the way I feel! No one had the pain of what I go through! I slammed the pillow to the wall and searched for my pocket knife in the drawer. I slammed the drawer over and over again.... one after another.... FOUND IT!!! I screamed out. I would be lucky if the person next door didn't come over and bitch about the noise, but why should I care?
I felt the cold knife slide across my wrist and the blood coming down my arm as I slit my wrist.... slowly.... and carefully. I closed my eyes for a second to savor the feeling, yes that was the great stuff. It helped so much to get all of that rage out without hurting or even killing someone or something. I grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess from my arm and the floor. Then wrapped it to where I would make sure that nothing would get on the bed and my clothes.
As I turn the light on, I thought that I would cone across a room mate screaming Turn that damn light off!But I was wrong... again. My feet hit the cold wooden floor as I took my shoes off and walked around to make this place home. My bed was comfy but kinda small but it would have to work, but hey, I am going to be here for only a year. I am a senior how bad could it get here? Well unless I am enemies with someone here. Then that would make all of the worst. But I have made many in the past but most of them were the headmasters and headmistresses. Although it made all the best out of living the school.
I get my suitcase and unpack all of my clothes, but it made me realize, black, black, and more black! I really need to come up with a darker color as soon as I get tired of this......hmmmmm... NAH!!! Black is me and I am apart of it! Who could get tired of black, it makes people look skinnier, well like I need to. I am already skinny as hell!
The pillows were soft and smelled really great, almost like my mom's perfume....... There I layed with tears coming down my face, all I wanted was to slit my wrist again, but my grandparents made me swear not to, or they would send me away.... What the hell? Why shouldn't I? I AM going to be gone all year And that gives it time to scar. No one could help me! No one could understand, that WAS it, no one could ever understand the way I feel! No one had the pain of what I go through! I slammed the pillow to the wall and searched for my pocket knife in the drawer. I slammed the drawer over and over again.... one after another.... FOUND IT!!! I screamed out. I would be lucky if the person next door didn't come over and bitch about the noise, but why should I care?
I felt the cold knife slide across my wrist and the blood coming down my arm as I slit my wrist.... slowly.... and carefully. I closed my eyes for a second to savor the feeling, yes that was the great stuff. It helped so much to get all of that rage out without hurting or even killing someone or something. I grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess from my arm and the floor. Then wrapped it to where I would make sure that nothing would get on the bed and my clothes.
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Puppet:Layla
puppeteer: Flo