KellianMcKenna
I believe that this word has already been written about, and it is quite overrated. Belief in anything but yourself is pointless.
She sat down, scanning the room for anything that would help her out. The dark walls were surrounding her. "I believe that this is the end of my life.." She desperately searched for something to cut the chains she was attached to. She found nothing but an old razor blade, and she realized what she had to do. The chain will not cut, but her skin will.
She sat down, scanning the room for anything that would help her out. The dark walls were surrounding her. "I believe that this is the end of my life.."
There is literally no point in taking a minute out of my day to write about an acrobat. I refuse.
Her dark thoughts lured her into the room. She closed the door, sliding down it until she reached the floor. Her music was playing but she could not hear, for the voices in her head were screaming too loud.
Her hands were trembling as the blade fell from her fingertips. She steps back and looks into the mirror- and she is horrified by her image. Her words come out soft and shaken, "I am a monster, what have I done?" Her body falls to the floor as she lets out long silent sobs of pain and confusion, she wonders why she is here, what did she do to deserve this?
Her hands were trembling as the blade fell from her fingertips. She steps back and looks into the mirror- and she is horrified by her image. Her words come out soft and shaken, "I am a monster, what have I done?"
The projector lit up, displaying the assignment in front of the class. I watch as the other students begin to copy down the pointless information, and I wonder to myself; "Why do they waste their time on pointless knowledge such as this?" So without a second glance i began to draw on my paper, creating a whole new world for me to survive in.
Her encounter with her demons proved to be a task. They yelled and screamed as she lay helpless on the floor, desperately trying to regain her strength. Her fight was almost over, and she knew how it would end.
To prove to herself that she was enough, she picked up the blade and threw it away. She began to panic, as everything she once had control of vanished in seconds, without even kissing her wrists goodbye.
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