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Now I remember what I wanted to call this! (Yes, it's a repost) Edited, too.
Title from Fall Out Boy's "I Don't Care"
She screamed, just to see what would happen. Running footsteps carried on past the bedrrom door. Nothing. Just like the last time. No one in this house, this ‘home’, cared. A person could die here and They wouldn’t find out for days. Because They didn’t care.
She leaned her head back, hitting the wall behind her over and over. Trying to remember, never succeeding. There had been a time when she had smiled, a real smile, genuine. But now she never smiled, never spoke. No one had ever asked why. She was just another broken soul in the machine.
She closed her eyes, but His face was there again. He was always there. Haunting her nightmares, her waking thoughts. She knew His features better than her own. He was golden almost to the point of brown, with peircing ice-blue eyes and golden hair. Society’s vision of perfect. But she’d seen the evil inside, the black rage of his twisted soul that marred his face almost beong recognition. How long? They whispered, thinking she couldn’t hear, How long since the last attempt?
She thought back. Too slow that time, too clumsy. She’d spilt the little pink pills on the floor in shock, His face flashing before her eyes. The time before that, she saw the makeshift noose swing in her memory. Too dramatic. She had been only half gone when one of Them found her and cut her down, gasping reflexivly for air.
No. This time, it was perfect. She looked down at her lap, saw the glint in her hand. Raising the jagged glass shard she twisted it in her fingers, entranced by the way the dim light reflected off it. For the first time since Him, she felt like smiling. Such a pretty thing, to take an ugly blot from the world. She rested it on her wrist, not pushing, just letting the point drag lightly across her milk-pale skin.
Can’t rush now.
Finally she sank the point in, her mouth opening in a silent gasp at the feeling. The shard seemed to have it’s own will as it sliched easily, wrist to elbow, wrist to elbow. The pain was liberating, the knowledge of what would eventually happen freed her soul. She laughed out loud, making a long cut down her left arm now. She could not take her eyes away from the shard as it worked better than any blade. It was becoming crimson-sheened now as her lifeblood leached away.
Some time after she realised that she’d stopped, too weak to move. Her conciousness was slipping away.
One last image of him. See you in Hell, she whispered, as her eyes closed for the very last time.
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- Betsy xx