The blood spills to the floor from the open wounds that were sliced by a silver blade across my wrist. Sometimes the pain helps me by distracting myself from the stress and all that goes on. I take the blade in my hand and press on my aching skin that begs for me to stop but I push past it and continue going deeper. Sometimes seeing the discomfort of my skin being slowly ripped apart is my only way I can still tell I'm alive in this asylum i call my home.
My name is Elyar-Sky. I am seventeen years old and this is my life, an endless battle of fighting for the daily breath to live. I attend a small high school that seems to be in the middle of nowhere. It's a dull, lifeless little place some like to call it a ghost town. The school is full of people, zombies in other words that couldn't care about anyone but themselves. You could say I am the odd one out, different, a shadow, the wallflower. I hide in the background, out in the darkness just trying to hide from attraction towards myself. The fear is forming a knot in my stomach, twisting and curling, the numbing, sick feeling is rising, taking me over. I feel like I am on the edge of a cliff with no bottom, an abyss, knowing that someone will push me that little bit over never to be seen again. Just left as a faint memory of a broken dead girl.
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Sorrowed light.
Teen FictionElyar sky is stuck talking to her demons inside her head. That's all she feels she has. She needs to get out of the darkness and into the light.
