Music blaring, the pounding of the pouring rain from the outside. In the dark room laid a small figure. The lightning blazed, lighting up the room. The figure whispered along with the song that played."Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door. What's life like, bleeding on the floor, the floor, the floor. You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve. Give me a reason to believe..." the soft hoarse voice of the broken child sang. Lightning flashed again, the depressed child got up and went over to her dresser and opened up the top drawer and opened it. She then moved around some of her clean clothes, finding a small box, she pulled it out. She opened the small cherry wood box and pulled out the small razor blade. She stared at it for the longest time. Like she was contemplating whether to use it or not.
Slowly she pulled up the sleeve of her long sleeved black shirt, only to reveal the thin yet large scars that went up and down in perpendicular lines across the soft pale skin. She then brought the metallic blade to her flesh. It was cold against her skin, and then there was pain. The sticky red colored liquid ran down her arm the small droplets hit the wooden floor in soft blips. Without hesitating she grazed the blade across the fresh wound and watched as more blood flowed from the deep cuts. Not one wince flashed across the girl's face as she continued to cut herself. The new pain overcame the pain that was over-flooding her heart.
The thoughts of never being good enough, or always second best. Crossed her mind and she made more thin lines with the razor. And finally after five minutes she put the blade away and took her towel and pressed it firmly against the new additions to her self inflicted wounds. Applying more pressure to make sure that the bleeding would stop. She relieved the towel from her arm, it was covered in blood, in her blood. She put a bandage on it to ensure that it wouldn't bleed all over the place. Tears began to well up into her blue eyes, and then sobs wracked her body. She curled herself into a ball and cried herself to sleep on her soft bed. Feeling the sanctuary she had made welcome her, and no chaotic dreams filled her mind that night.
Mamoru Chiba
1976-1997
Beloved Friend, and boyfriend
Your good deeds will be remembered forever
Rest In Peace
The End