"Leave me alone." She said simply, her curly hair plastered to her forehead while the young lady wearing only a fur coat kneeled over her; Her lips formed a firm pout, "how could I not love someone as perfect as you?"
"I'm not perfect, quite the contrary..."
"You're perfect to me."
"I'm not perfect to myself!" She screamed, her hands scratching at her throat, "you're making me hoarse."
"Tea?"
Letting out a long huff of defeat she crossed her arms over her chest, "non sweetened."
She walked over to the nearby pantry and opened it, finding the tea bags was with ease. Not wanting to waste time she started the kettle .
While she was preoccupied with tea-making, she took out her needle. Loaded up some 'China-white' into the syringe, and stabbed the needle swiftly into her lower arm. She felt the immense relief immediately, her body becoming slowly numb.
The kettle whistled with eagerness, and she took it off the stove. Pouring the tea into a small tea cup, and handing it off to her lover. Her sweet lover watched her own blood trickle down her arm.
She loved the feeling, the feeling of complete release. She smiled, the warmth of her blood comforting. Unknowingly, she began to cry. It was short whimpering at first but become long sobs in a matter of moments. She began hitting her own head with great force. Begging for her own demise, "kill me." She said softly, "please just kill me."
Had to stop her. She just had to stop her. She couldn't allow her to do this again. She grabbed her arm, the blood staining her skin, she didn't enjoy the feeling, "Stop it! God stop it!"
"Let me go-"
"I'm already gone."
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
