Intro
As the days slowly ticked by, like the minutes of a quickly dying clock, she waited. Waiting for the day that would finally push her over the tiny edge that she stood upon. The day that would make her finally snap, like a bundle of dead sticks being stepped upon by a heavy boot. She constantly stared out the window waiting patiently, but for what? She never knew, she just knew she was waiting for that one thing to save her. The cloud that seemed to follow her around, even on the brightest of days, was currently pouring down onto the city in which she lived.
Memories quickly consumed her mind, as she watched the rain droplets slide down the window connecting her room to the outside world. She found comfort in this, but other times she deeply despised what waited for her outside the 4 walls of her room. Sometimes, she would quickly go back into the deep and dark places that haunted her mind. The one place everyone should be safe, is inside their own minds right? No, You would be wrong.
Her mind was the one place that was killing her, killing her very soul and her very faith. Her mind was like a darkened room, clouded with miseryand consumed with visions of death, blood and suicide. She never really did understand what started all of these thoughts,n what used to be a happy place. But she did know, no matter morning or night, rain nor shine, awake nor asleep, the thoughtsnever left her. Slowly calling to her, begging her to come play with them, to dream, to believe, and to make plans, plans she did not want to begin just yet. She still had a small simmer of light locked away behind a door, begging to be set free. As the crash of thunder jolted her back to reality, she sighed softly to herself and climbed down from the windowsill. She looked around to the darkened room, covered in posters of bands and movies, to the bed which was laid out as if a hurricane just hit it.
Another thing that bothered her was her sleeping schedule. Never getting more than 3 hours of sleep a night, it was clearly showing through her face. The dark circles quickly covering her eyes and the winkles growing deeper and deeper upon her skin. It wasn't her fault, no it was the nightmares. The nightmares that night after night would slowly creep towards her, like a wolf stalking his prey, but this prey, never ran, never yelled for help, the dreams always caught up to her. She couldn't remember how many nights she would wake up screaming or look to her arms and see where she would claw at her skin during the night.
Now, you may think a girl like this should be locked up? Have the key thrown down the drain?As well as the screams to never be heard again? Right? What nobody understood about her, was she saw and experienced more than the average 21 year old of her time. Things that would make the average person cringe and cry out for help, but she simply watched, and hid it all deep inside her soul, her mind, the things that used to carry her along her day, make her happy and make her smile. Now, nothing more than just a distant memory.
Nobody really knew the real person behind the sadnessand gloom. Nobody ever tried, nobody ever cared to know. Maybe that's why she is the way she is. No.. this isn't a girl crying out for help, this was simply a girl, stuck deep down in a hole, for many years. This was simply.. Crymson.
