A/N: guess what i'm writing another chapter ayeee. Let's be honest this book/fic/whatever this mess is really isn't that great ok but i still want to TRY and push myself to make at least five chapters.
The dull shades of red were sliding down my arm, slowly dripping onto the rough beige carpet. The were added to all the other faded stains, adding to the collection of memories.
Heaving out a final, slow sigh, i limply through the razor blade across the room, not caring where it would land. As if throwing a blade across the room would save you from sinking deeper and deeper down into the endless hole.
Crawling across the floor, wincing in pain as the skin on my wrist stretched at the angle, i pushed myself back up against my bedpost. The small room was slowly bathed in a soft, golden glow as the late afternoon sun passed across my windowsill. Flecks of pale, golden light were bouncing of my mirror and projecting onto the walls. It looked like a filter for the countless scars and empty holes in my life, smoothing out and hiding the imperfections of the evidence in the bedroom.
'Almost calming...' I thought in the back of my mind. It rarely happened, but when the sun started to set over the rooftops, the warm yellow light would filter through my bedroom window and casted the most beautiful shadows and reflections across the walls.
But night was nearing once again, and the soft glow that almost made me feel normal for some strange reason was fading and the pastel, sorbet orange clouds were turning into dark shades of grey and midnight blue. The perfect time for me to try and sleep but end up with me waking up crying, or never getting a minute of sleep as usual.
Instead of going through the usual process i was quickly becoming tired and frustrated with, i carefully opened my door and peered out at the empty, deserted house.
silence.
It was expected, and what i wanted. This way, no one knows i exist, and no one can give me their pity or help, because i honestly don't need it.
I refused to look at the empty bedroom and hallways, as it always gives me a strong way of nostalgia and icy sadness, emotions i really didn't need to feel or deal with. I quietly my way down the stairs into the silent living room, and then farther down the narrow basement steps. My eyes fluttered hut as the old, musty smell wafted up my nose. I was the only person who ever came down here. I opened my eyelids to be greeted by darkness that waited at the bottom of the steps, refusing to turn on the light. Knowing the route too well, my feet silently shuffled against the bare floor to the dark silhouette of the wooden upright piano. It was basically the only thing down here, apart from a few old toys and furniture no ever used.
It was one of those moments where i just stood there, not knowing to run away from the many memories, good and bad, that hit me like a splash of icy water to my face or to embrace them, and relive the moments again.
I chose the latter.
yay i did another crappy chapter. I know no ones actually reading this but i mostly doing this fic for myself (if anyone sees this lol.)
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Kitchen Sink
Фанфик"But i question it, pondering of the thought more often. To just give in and let go, let them take me and be free. I know i shouldn't because it's really not worth it but why should i continue? There's no one else anymore, i'm just a forgotten corps...
