My eyes drag over the textured ceiling above, burning from the fact I haven't blinked in quite some time. I sit upright on the stiff mattress, staring blankly at my limp hands, wondering why they're covered in bandages stained a dirty red.
I don't remember hurting them,,,did I cut them? No,,,,,,no, no, no, no,,,,
My nail beds throb, making me wince slightly. Small tears build in my waterline, gathering in fat drops.
What happened, what happened,,,
A single blistering tear snakes from the corner of my eye, hanging off my chin before dripping onto the thumb of my right hand. The ♡ monitor besides me steadily increases, my lungs expanding painfully against ribs with each breath. My throat clenches in the beginnings of a sob, fresh tears following the first and wetting my cheeks.
My,,,fingernails ripped off? But how,,,?
My chest heaves a dry whine, stuttering in its attempt to breath while the instrument races next to me, the sound blurring together. It suddenly patters once...then twice....and the line suddenly drops. It should hurt not being able to breath....but I️ only find numbness in the new feeling, hiccups crawling up and dying in my esophagus.
Please,
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Thank you to those who've read this, I greatly appreciate the knowledge that some people maybe //probably not// kinda like this?
I chewed on the idea of having an epilogue of sorts, but I think I like the mystery to this ending, leaving it to the reader to try and figure out what happened.
I'll try and start up a new story soon. But for now I'm thanking the stars one by one.
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A Porcelain ♡
HorrorA normal human ♡ might be described as a forest. So maybe you assume it's noisy and full of life. Now picture this: a silent city block devoid of much else besides slugs and mosquitos. That's my ♡.
