Post by Darcy on Apr 23, 2011 13:26:39 GMT -5
There were scars. They were not all pale, some were a dark color, some still healing. They were carved into her arms. Of course not literally, but they has been made purposely. She figured they were her form of art, of venting. Some people drew, or wrote songs, or poetry, but the girl preferred hurting herself. She liked the jolts of pain, and she loved it when she got dizzy from blood lose. It was all there was too it, art. Her blonde hair fell over her face, covering her smirk.
Sometimes she felt bad about the things she did, but that was only sometimes. She could think of thousands of ways to prove why the things she did were the right things to do. Seven’s teeth were biting the inside of her lip, despite the smirk. It hurt, and she enjoyed her new found form of pain. She had bitten on her lip so much that it bled, and no one could scold her for it because no one new
She over thought things, but ironically enough people called her stupid. Maybe she was stupid, but she didn’t think so. She was smarter than people though, because she thought. Thinking was her life. She wasn’t the tallest, but she was no longer short; she found herself getting progressively taller, and thinner. Seven had always been thin, but thinner now than she had been since she was little. She liked this ,it made her feel weak and inferior, this fact, it hurt her to know this, and because of the pain, she loved it.
In Seven’s mind she was perfect. She enjoyed lying to herself. She enjoyed believing the lies her brother had told her. She had taken care of that though. Her flaws? Weaknesses? She could barely see, she had no muscle, and she was naïve.
She was just an innocent little…murderer. Oh the oxymoronic thoughts that she had about herself. Perhaps the girl herself could be summed up as this; an oxymoron.
Sometimes she felt bad about the things she did, but that was only sometimes. She could think of thousands of ways to prove why the things she did were the right things to do. Seven’s teeth were biting the inside of her lip, despite the smirk. It hurt, and she enjoyed her new found form of pain. She had bitten on her lip so much that it bled, and no one could scold her for it because no one new
She over thought things, but ironically enough people called her stupid. Maybe she was stupid, but she didn’t think so. She was smarter than people though, because she thought. Thinking was her life. She wasn’t the tallest, but she was no longer short; she found herself getting progressively taller, and thinner. Seven had always been thin, but thinner now than she had been since she was little. She liked this ,it made her feel weak and inferior, this fact, it hurt her to know this, and because of the pain, she loved it.
In Seven’s mind she was perfect. She enjoyed lying to herself. She enjoyed believing the lies her brother had told her. She had taken care of that though. Her flaws? Weaknesses? She could barely see, she had no muscle, and she was naïve.
She was just an innocent little…murderer. Oh the oxymoronic thoughts that she had about herself. Perhaps the girl herself could be summed up as this; an oxymoron.