I wrote this as an intro to a speech for my Communications class. Hehe I am pretty sure the subject will make itself clear as you read.
Just felt like sharing, which is not generally something I do often when it comes to my writing.
The room had been ransacked, to the unsuspecting eye it would appear as if she had been robbed. Table tops had been cleared, dresser drawers emptied, and bedding thrown about. No, she hadn’t been robbed, she did this.
She was sitting in the corner of the room, her body still trembling from the adrenaline that had surged through here only moments ago. She sat cradling her knees as she slowly rocked back and forth, tears steadily streaming down her face.
Tearing the room apart piece by piece hadn’t been enough, her head was still full of noise. She was searching for a way to put an end to all of this feeling. You could see her thoughts collecting in her eyes,
Suicide? No, too permanent. She had been so certain that physically taking out her emotions would have been enough. She had made a promise. A promise she didn’t want to go back on. She continued to rock while muttering under her breath,
“Why? Why me? Why now? Why?” It needed to stop, it had to! Her eye flickered; she knew that needed to be done. There was no way around it. She pushed herself to her feet to better scan the messy room. She smiled slyly as she picked up a piece of broken mirror, running her fingers seductively around it’s sharp edges.
She began to slowly sway, moving from left to right, almost as if there were soft music echoing through the room. She was now caressing the glass as she ran it down along her body stopping at her inner left thigh.
“It will only hurt for a second.” She whispered to herself as she pressed the shard into her leg. With a deep breath she made the first incision, her hand movement slow and graceful. Her eyes slightly rolling into the back of her head as she stumbled backwards against the wall. With another breath she made a second incision below the first. She could feel everything beginning to slip away.
She slowly slid down to the floor.
“Almost quiet.” She raised the shard and made a third incision. The tears had stopped. All of the madness that had been cluttering her mind was gone. She hadn’t even noticed that she had dropped the piece of mirror, she didn’t care. She found the euphoric state she was looking for.
She pushed herself upright against the wall. Her grin running from ear to ear as she looked down at her leg. She traced her fingers through the blood, rested her head against the wall, thought about the promise she had broken, and belted out a twisted laugh,
