"The Fallen"
By Ice
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A small, grey form laid in a small, messy bed. The room she was in reeked of an irony smell, the door locked tight. The banging of her sister's fists had stopped a long time ago. She was alone.
Finally.
She watched blood ooze from her writs, with somewhat of an emotionless expression.
"Why?"
She whispered, closing her eyes.
"I don't want this."
The form of another being seemed to purr beside her, its dark, smooth fur glimmering in the damp light of the cat's phone. It spoke with a hiss, it's teeth seeming to click at the beginning of each word.
"Oh, my dear child~. Yes, you do~! You no longer will be a failure, you'll be nothing~! No one will even notice you're gone~!"
The creature purred softly into her ear, opening the cat's hand and gently setting a razorblade in her palm.
The cat gripped the razor slightly, sitting up in her bed. The springs seemed to creak as she did so.
"Should I?"
The razor fluttered over her exposed skin.
"Or should I not?"
The demon creature cackled softly.
"Do it."
The furry female obeyed.
She ran the blade down, down from her wrist to her elbow, watching crimson begin to dot at the edges. She did this repeatedly.
She tore herself apart.
She set down the blade moments later.
Her arm ached.
Blood seemed to pool around her wound, which was a dark crimson in color.
She then looked towards the dark creature.
"Now sleep~."
It softly spoke.
"Be at peace~."
The cat laid her head down, closing her eyes.
Blood continued to pour heavily from the wound, till her chest no longer moved. Her breathing stopped.
She was locked in an internal sleep.
Fin
