❛❛we wrote a fairy tale, its name, Eclipse❜❜
A story of a paralyzed girl, and an ephemeral boy, who were only able to meet at night and starting from silly conversations they became the light in each other's darkness.
But no one knew where he came f...
"10, 11, 12..."I lined the scar on my forehead, from last night and said,"13", then looked into the mirror.
I looked, as always, pitiful.
Dark circles, underneath my eyes, lips dry, skin pale, most importantly, a horrible clot right above my eye.
Number 13 was probably one of the scars which hurt the most. The sensation of my dad gripping my hair, was still fresh and even now I felt dizzy. The events of last night, the medicines, the bang, the broken window, the sensation of unusual warmth down my forehead, I was reminiscing every moment, while looking at my reflection.
It was all because of me, I am a pathetic burden,
of course, anyone would hate me. The curtains did not let any sunlight enter, from a corner I could see, the dust playing gleefully in the air,maybe if burn marks had not tainted my legs, I could run too, I could move too, most importantly I could have escaped.
Lurking in my dark room, I decided to pick up the medicines which were on the floor.
It was hard.
One side of the wheel chair was loosened, I could not walk as I could feel nothing. The only option left, was to crawl or drag my numb feet towards the medicine and slowly pick them up.
I extended my hands and bowed down, another hand grasping onto my bed. I managed to pick up one from the ground, and honestly there was no bound to my happiness.
I quickly crawled and went to pick another tablet, then another. I was too excited, after picking up almost four, suddenly, there was a burning sensation at the edge of my palm.
The sudden feeling, made my body jerk and my hand slipped, making me fall face first on the ground.
The dizziness returned but that was still tolerable. I knew something sharp had cut, pretty deep through my skin.
I opened my eyes, biting my bottom lip, to ease the pain and when I turned my arm, I realized I had several sharp cuts from the glass shreds on the floor.
Blood was peeking out of the clots and soon my arms were painted crimson. I wanted to scream, but to increase my pain, I heard something...
"I don't know what to do with her..."a female voice spoke.
"She has destroyed our lives"followed a male voice.
Then everything was an awkward silence.
I smirked. YES, the girl who was going through unimaginable pain, SMIRKED.
The medicines, which were in the my clenched fist, I let go off them, just like I had let go of my will to live, long ago.I watched them roll down the floor adorned with brittle glass and blood.
I turned around, the side of the window, where all the glasses were lying, and picked the biggest piece up.
My eyes were submerging in my tears, they slowly rolled down, touching the corner of my lips, and then the pain slowly started to take over my body.
Like a soft blanket, it enveloped me, my cold body, craved to feel the warm tears, the warm blood which was making way through the cut I had carved, the stinging sensation when the glass pierced through my skin,
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The pain, somehow was an ecstasy,
weak girl, crying for no reason,
was now gone, a mere fantasy,
tears fell for a valid 'reason'
not fear, but crying for pain,
as scars filled my skin,
an overwhelming feeling, embraced me.
I knew, this time, i could fly high,
this time...
I might set myself free...
Scar 14 and 15, and numbers I could not count anymore had surpassed, 13. The bleeding was more than ever, I had cut open new wounds, to forget my pain.
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