Dark shadows hiding under a dirty pile of clothes, food wrappers and random items scattered everywhere.
Uptop on my shelf, rests my tiny floating cat. He loves to nap in the blue light emitting from the moon.
I lay inside a blanket fort i made on my bed, tears streaming down from my firey eyes. A black ribbon tied around my wrist, my naked body exposed to the air. My shallow breaths desperate for air, my lungs crave for relief. Sharp intakes of cold air, piercing my insides and feeezing my soul. Hot tears wetting my red cheeks, i laugh without a hint of happiness to it. I dig my fingernails into my legs, my frail skin stinging with pain.
The pain gives me something to feel, other than the usual numbness.
Dots of red seep from my skin, i let go. A manic grin with tears still dripping from my face, i can feel the warm red of blood slowly dribble down. The shadow from the dirty pile of clothes cheers me on.
An undicpherbale string of words come out from my lips, making little sense.
All i could make out was "pain pain pain i can feel i can feel" over and over, like my mind went mental.
Blankets morph to arms, wrapping my frail body into its warmth. The blue light from the moon shines in my eyes, floaty cat is by my side. I want to pet him, but i can't get my arms out.
"Kitty kitty let me stroke you, i wanna give you soft kisses"
My incoherent babbling causes the blanket to hug me tighter, squeezing my ribs.
I gasp out, a pain shoots through me. The nail marks suddenly increase with an utter uncomfortable feel.
Floaty cat does nothing. His eyes stare at me. I struggle, but he does nothing.
A sweet diluted taste fills my mouth, my eyes roll back. I trembled and shook, a ooze of what tasted like honey poured from my mouth. The shadow cheers louder, floaty cat's eyes grow wider, the blue light from the moon grows brighter.
Then,
A soft sweet honey smothers my tears on my cheeks, sticky. I feel myself give away, as my struggles stopped.
"Honey water in my mouth, blood on my legs, let the blue light carry my life away."
I close my eyes and float out of consciousness. The red tint from my cheeks go white, and the ribbon falls off.
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