Strawberry Fondue

Gone

She pushes open the door

Footsteps echoing on the new, cream-colored tiles

She makes her way to the empty little wooden bench.

Where she lets her choppy, uneven bangs cover her face

Her knees brought up to her chest,

Eyes dull and no longer gleaming with youthful charisma

The bloodshot rims sting as the salty river runs down her cheek

She wonders what she did to deserve this

Then, the ring of the bell startles her

Floods of students stream into the hallway, laughing and chattering

But she only watches with wary eyes

Out of nowhere, the feared monster catches her eye

Scurrying to blend in with the crowd, 

She ducks her head to avoid detection

But it's too late

The monster swoops in, along with her two servants

The she-beast smiles savagely down upon the innocent girl

Jeering at her hair, clothes, and lack of confidence

The girl puts on a poker face, turning away

But deep down, the monster's words have pierced her heat

Like an arrow skewering one's body

But the archer cruel enough to leave the body in pain, to rot, to end in a slow death

All day, the teasing only increases

And finally, the girl can go home

Bulky backpack weighing down her slumped shoulders

She trudges back into the small gray mass she calls home

Slipping open the latch, the door creaks open,

Strands of sticky cobwebs raining down on her hair

She flings her backpack half-heartedly onto the couch,

Not bothering to shut the front door behind her

Grim-faced, but determination etched onto her face, she stalks up to the mirror

Which is cracked, with a million splits in the smooth glass fragments

With a swift move, she snatches up the scissor

The silver item lay uon the drawer, ready to function

Then hacks off her long, silky black plaits dangling from her back loosely

The wisps floating delicately to the floor, like thin black feathers

She feels as if she still has not been satisfied, though

Striding toward the kitchen, she slowly slides open a cabinet

To reveal a single knife

The blade sharpened and gleaming with her reflection

She faces death without blinking an eye

With an eerily haunting calmness

No tears will she shed any longer

She is only a remnant, a broken shell of her former self

And it was all their fault

The monsters - her torturers

She thought she would last, she told herself

But she had overestimated herself

She pointed the knife at her heart

And...

~~~And that's where this particular story ends, folks. I dunno what I was thinking when I was writing this... So I was like eh, there's not going to be a decisive ending. You can choose one for yourself! What happens next? You can think of it and comment below if ya want :3

I wrote this last year in 7th grade. Do not judge my rather bad/mediocre writing. I have lots to improve, I know :)

Any votes and comments are well-appreciated.

No, this is not about me or anyone I know.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you will enjoy the next piece~~~