thatonewhitebitch
The terrain was as rugged as you can imagine; he trudged up the mountain with short breaths and sweaty palms. He couldn't take any longer of a journey, even if he tried his hardest.
I have returned. I have returned from the darkness, the loneliness; the dark depths of my very being. I have looked into the devils soul as thought it were mine; I have looked into his eyes, and they are frightened. He's not angry, he's scared; petrified.
She used hand signals rather than words; body language was her finest talent. She looked almost longing as she signed her thoughts to me, it made me sad. I wanted to help her; although I knew there was absolutely no possible way that I could. I loved her; all the same.
The flames flickered in the distance, they danced against the reflection in the mirror. I watched them intently, lost in my thoughts and the heat of the fire on my back. It felt good, the fire; not the thoughts. The thoughts hurt; they were almost as painful as that fire could be on my skin. They might have done even more damage than the fire could.
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." -Twilight. That's such a great love story, because it is honestly so true. A sensitive, kind, calm little girl always falls in love with a reckless, crazy boy. The truth comes out in that sentence.
I already wrote today, but I will write again. I AM a weakling. I cut myself and blame it on everything else around me; although it is really just me. I'm crazy, suicidal. I lie about it, I lie to my mother, my school counselor and anyone else who asks. They all know the truth. They see the cuts. They know, but I don't care. I'm weak, and that's really all there is to it.