FicWad

Screaming so terrible it pierced the soul, and from such a beautiful face – an angel in her own right. If only anybody could hear it, the truths behind her perfect mask. If only they saw the crimson on her wrist; the marks on her flawless skin. But she would never let them know, not plead for an ending; she would be strong, at least on the outside. But inside she was broken, desperate for someone to save her when her lies come crashing down and drown her.

This old hotel where she squanders time, living without being, breathing without feeling. Sometimes she sleeps, sometimes she dreams, she hardly knows the difference anymore. She is sprawled out on the gates of eternity, spitting out the blood that poisons her veins. But her time has not yet come. Some part of her is still waiting, expecting him to come and take her away from this hell, but she knows he never will.

Some pray for her, knowing parts of the truth. Most worship her, taking her as their goddess. All pick her apart, using her, turning her into something she’s not. The shrapnel wounds have cut too deep; such petty things cannot hurt her. Yet still she is doused in gasoline, a single flame enough to set her alight, to send her spinning into emptiness. And they think she is flawless? What a perfect punch line.

They don’t know a thing about her sins, the misery and pain she must endure. They don’t see her burning up, consumed by her regrets. Her heart was left an open wound, her soul broken into a thousand shattering fragments. She is nothing beyond her anguish, her suffering makes her real. But soon her weak fire will extinguish and she will fade to black. Only heaven can help her now.