☽⇉𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑.

They didn't mean for this to happen.
Tears streamed down their face, mixing with the blood pooling on the floor.
Pain? They couldn't distinguish. All they knew was that distant sense of panic they learnt to suppress,
The sound of alarms ringing in their heards that they learnt to ignore.

Another smile on their face. Switch beside them lighting up like a lamp, almost mirroring
Their empty smile. Bright, yet unsettling. Full of false promises. Maybe we have to flee.
Another mask, put on for display. What did emotions even mean to them?
Nothing but child's play. A performance for the entire world to see.

Red dotted the white roses. Crumpled and littered around their feet.
Silver glinted between the red, etching their wrongdoings into their sin.
To ensure that they would never forget. Not that they could. The panic in their minds rising,
Screaming, clawing at them. Until it all blurred together into a shapeless mannequin.

Shaky hands rummaging in the drawers. Reaching for the familiar bottle.
Few more than usual won't hurt. Just a couple more and they'll stop. They swear on your fate.
Sudden spike in energy levels, limbs twitching, mind loud. Discombobulated.
Maybe it was a good thing they couldn't walk straight, couldn't see striaght, couldn't think straight.

Water in the tub, tinting their skin blue. Perhaps it was colder than usual.
Their head just below the water, eyes glazed over, air bubbles occasionally rising to the surface.
Eyes open underwater, slight sting, disorientating. Soon they'd be no more.
Would it have been prettier if they were found in the river, or would it be a disgrace?

They could stop if they could. They promised. They promised not to do anything rash.
But would they stop? Would they actually stop? They're barely hanging on by a thread.
If they say they would, that would be a lie. They wouldn't dare stop.
Not yet. Not until they lay lifeless on the floor, not until they were dead.