Shackled

Chapter 1

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I watched as the white floor became evaded with a dark crimson color.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I tried standing up, but my legs wobbled at the prospect of having to carry my weight at the weak state I was currently in.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I watched as the floor was filled with more dark trails of crimson.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I took cautious steps to the bathroom mirror. Slowly as not to fall.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I reached the mirror and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

Broken. Destroyed. Lifeless. Shackled.

No hope.

That is what I saw looking back at me in the mirror.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The grey in my eyes looked a shade lighter than what I'm normally accustomed to, making my eyes look deadly. Almost as if I were dead. Too bad that can never happen.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I lifted my hand to touch the dark locks of my hair. It was soft and silky, an elegant and charmingly dark black.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I lifted my wrist to where I had slit them, examining them.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I looked behind me and saw how much blood I was losing.

I wish it would mean my death. Dying is so much better than continuing to live in this wretched world.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I wiped some of the overflowing blood with the tips of my index and middle finger.

I looked in the mirror and started writing what I wished could happen. Collecting more blood from my still bleeding wrist.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I finally finished writing in the mirror. I started feeling lightheaded. Everything around me started spinning as my vision become more and more impaired.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I smiled weakly at my reflection as a tear rolled down my check. Looking at the words I had written.

DIE!

More tears started rolling down as my legs gave out and I fell to the floor.

I started crying, my heart clenching to a point where I could not even take a breath without my whole body hurting.

It was painful to live. It reminded me of a life I didn't want. A life I did not wish to live.

Darkness started invading the light that was illuminating the room.

Closing my eyes I allowed the darkness to take me for now.

"Azayleea, it is time to wake up," A gentle voice called out to me. I felt the figure slowly shake me, trying to pry away any remains of sleep I had collected.

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the brightness of the room that was surely blinding to the eyes.

My grey eyes scanned the area to see that I was once again in my room.

I looked down at my wrist to see them neatly bandaged. Hiding a deed I wish was completed.

I lifted myself slowly from the bed to come face to face with Suzette Kian. One of the few people who has taken care of me my entire life.