A slow dripping sounds in the darkness. Rythmic and quiet. A loud scrape. Light blazes from the tip of a small match. A sharp wind from within the cave blows the wind out. The shadowy figure shuffles forwards in the dark. The figure stops short, a boy, about 16, sits alone in a puddle of moonlight in a large open cavern. Singing quietly, and unabashedly. Not yet aware of the presence of another. The rain falling to land on his shoulders through a hole in the roof.
"Got a couple pills, that I could take. And it would break my heart, but that's okay. 'Cause everything, everything would go. Away. And I swear I'm not okay, although I try to force a smile I, swear I'm not okay. This thing is taking over... someone save me from myself, I'm concerned about, my mental health. I think a lot about you, the wolf that's raging on inside my head"
As his voice fades, a metal clink is heard as a jaged, twisted piece of steel fals from his hands, the serrated edge tainted red with his life's blood. The shadows spout a thin, feminine form rushing quickly forward. His body slumps into his arms. Her cries of anguish echo in the night.
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A Collection of Tragic Deaths
RandomThe simple writings of a dark teen, focused on the tragic deaths of those around him.
