Post by Poison Ivy on Feb 24, 2011 2:25:31 GMT -5
"But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching
While the minutes go passed as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
'Cause I'm going crazy
I don't wanna waste another minute here."
Darken sang as tears poured down her fragile, pale cheeks. Her emerald eyes fixed on the bottom of the cliff that she stood at. Her feet were half on, half off. Why was she singing such a reassuring song if she was going to kill herself, you ask? Because she didn't want to jump. Every day after that transfer to a new middle school was a living hell to her. No one knew who she really was and because of the clothes she wore, the music she listened to, and her outer personality and attitude she was classified as 'emo.' She just wanted one person to get to know her like everyone should. One person did and he was like the big brother she always needed, but then he disappeared along with many others on a quest. Darken took a few steps back and pulled out her razor. She quickly slid it across her arm and took off her blood-red bandanna. She wrote 'sorry!' in her own blood and pulled her knife from her belt. She stuck it in the dot of the exclamation mark. She tied her bandanna around the handle before walking back to the cliff. "No more cowering, time to embrace your fate." she told herself. She stepped off the cliff. It took five seconds before her vision went black and her body went limp. The last thing she saw was a shadow...
The annoying talking surrounded her. Her eyes fluttered open and then remained in slits because of the bright room. She groaned but the talking continued. Her head hurt like hell. As she went to sit up two pairs of hands pushed her back down. Darken closed her eyes once again and woke up just as the sun was gone. She felt a lot better. She sat up and looked around the room. "Big House... Of fucking course." she muttered. It wasn't her room, no it was one of those rooms they used to house the injured. Then she realized something, it wasn't a dream. Whatever happened wasn't a dream. Darken looked at her leg when she felt a sharp pain in it. She was wearing a cast. She sighed and grabbed her crutches, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got up, using her crutches to support her, and walked, well limped, out of the room. She headed to the main door. She pushed it open and got out. Immediately the crisp New York air of mid February hit her. She smiled, it was rather nice. Darken looked around and saw people looking at her. They had smiles, whether it was because they were happy she was alive so they could tease her or because they cared she did not know. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath of the air. Darken relaxed herself and carefully got down the stairs with the help of one of Mr. D's children. The older male looked like one of her own kind, misunderstood. Soon he ran off and Darken was once again left alone. She sighed and went to the bonfire. She sat down on a log and set her crutches next to her. Her eyes locked on the flame's hypnotic dance. She just sat there for a while.
((...Now you know what I do at night... Btw... Awesome song alert))
And I'm so sick of watching
While the minutes go passed as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
'Cause I'm going crazy
I don't wanna waste another minute here."
Darken sang as tears poured down her fragile, pale cheeks. Her emerald eyes fixed on the bottom of the cliff that she stood at. Her feet were half on, half off. Why was she singing such a reassuring song if she was going to kill herself, you ask? Because she didn't want to jump. Every day after that transfer to a new middle school was a living hell to her. No one knew who she really was and because of the clothes she wore, the music she listened to, and her outer personality and attitude she was classified as 'emo.' She just wanted one person to get to know her like everyone should. One person did and he was like the big brother she always needed, but then he disappeared along with many others on a quest. Darken took a few steps back and pulled out her razor. She quickly slid it across her arm and took off her blood-red bandanna. She wrote 'sorry!' in her own blood and pulled her knife from her belt. She stuck it in the dot of the exclamation mark. She tied her bandanna around the handle before walking back to the cliff. "No more cowering, time to embrace your fate." she told herself. She stepped off the cliff. It took five seconds before her vision went black and her body went limp. The last thing she saw was a shadow...
The annoying talking surrounded her. Her eyes fluttered open and then remained in slits because of the bright room. She groaned but the talking continued. Her head hurt like hell. As she went to sit up two pairs of hands pushed her back down. Darken closed her eyes once again and woke up just as the sun was gone. She felt a lot better. She sat up and looked around the room. "Big House... Of fucking course." she muttered. It wasn't her room, no it was one of those rooms they used to house the injured. Then she realized something, it wasn't a dream. Whatever happened wasn't a dream. Darken looked at her leg when she felt a sharp pain in it. She was wearing a cast. She sighed and grabbed her crutches, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got up, using her crutches to support her, and walked, well limped, out of the room. She headed to the main door. She pushed it open and got out. Immediately the crisp New York air of mid February hit her. She smiled, it was rather nice. Darken looked around and saw people looking at her. They had smiles, whether it was because they were happy she was alive so they could tease her or because they cared she did not know. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath of the air. Darken relaxed herself and carefully got down the stairs with the help of one of Mr. D's children. The older male looked like one of her own kind, misunderstood. Soon he ran off and Darken was once again left alone. She sighed and went to the bonfire. She sat down on a log and set her crutches next to her. Her eyes locked on the flame's hypnotic dance. She just sat there for a while.
((...Now you know what I do at night... Btw... Awesome song alert))