Riot [On Hold]

Prologue

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Blood dripped from the cut and slowly made its way onto the floor,pooling against the white tiles that lay rigid and unnerved.

All was silent except from the constant dripping of the tap,causing a faint echo to linger in the room.

A frail figure could be made out within the darkness. It's shirt was blood stained,it's fingers bleeding, it's wrists cut.

It stared at the fragments of glass resting on the floor,out of place and unkept for.
Fragments that spoke with imagery, and a dull grey girl staring back at it in awe.
Unfazed and broken beyond repair.

This was me.

I sit,dazed.Face still. Body numb,bones weak. I gazed at the floor and smirked slightly,bathing within my own blood.

Wincing I listened into the distance..
they have returned.

"Look at me,bitch. This is what you wanted right?"

"You wanted this."

"You asked for this."

Pain screeched through my veins , my neurons begging for peace and serenity.

All this pain.
Why me?

"Why ? Bitch you know why.."

"YOU KNOW WHY"

"YOU WANTED TO DO THIS"

Then something surprised me.

I laughed.

A high pitched cackle caused by my weary vocal cords stressing against my oesophagus,emitting a sound vigorously for the first time.

Then,I went limp.

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