The world is like a pastoral scene covered in thorns.
A girl that has eyes that shine as bright as the summer sun but are always covered by the darkness of the awakening storm.
Her depression was as thin as the anorexic girl next door.
His l...
He asked me where his dinner was and I told him it was nearly midnight. He slapped me across my right cheek. My hand instantly flew to my throbbing, pulsing, stinging cheek. "Food!" He screamed. I stood there paralysed with fear. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" He asked, sarcasm knitted in-between his every word. "No." It barely came out as a whisper.
I kept on replaying the promise that we had made over and over in my mind like a cassette stuck in a walkman. A promise that I had made to the love of my life, my soul mate, my one true love. I thought that we were kindred spirits. I thought our bond was stronger than any metal known to man. I'm laughing so that I nearly dropped his dinner. I'm laughing about how naive I am, how stupid I am, how love struck I was.
How blind was I to not notice the lipstick staines left on the collars of his shirt. To smell the different scents of perfume that coated the walls of our bedroom. How deaf was I not to hear his voice echo throughout the quiet neighbourhood. How did I not notice that I was his art piece that had to be beaten and scared to his hearts content.
All these colourful memories had made my brain boil with unspoken words. My stinging cheek had become as numb as my heart. I grabbed the pan I had used to make his fried chicken, making sure it was still scorching hot. He stood near the window smoking a cigar. A nasty habit he had picked up from one of his toys. It angered me even more. My eyes had turned as black as death. Before I knew it the liquid...
"You see officer, I was in such a state of shock. I had completely blacked out!" I huffed, "But it wasn't until later when I was wrapping the gauze around my second degree burnt hands, that I knew he was dead."
First story done *phew*. So to those who don't understand "probably everyone " I'm not making a story. I'm just going to combine all the problems in the world and add a few random stories here and there to create a "giant" story. If you don't like the idea shame it is coming from M.O.I.(my own imagination.) I'm kind of an odd ball. :/
Shout out to all my pink prison ladies ;)
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