Fake love. Everyone says they care about me…to bad they don’t even who I am. How can they? I don’t even know myself. I’ve been brought up to hate people like them, like me. Does that mean I should hate myself? Am I some crime against nature? Does God hate me?
I heard the faint noise of an engine start up, and watched as the headlights cast white shadows across my room. I wished for anything, anything at all that could take this pain away. Who am I? Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. My head thudded with every pulse, with every twitch of the second hand. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. Every minute seemed as if it were an eternity. I tried to make a game out of it, make it seem as if it were a race. Who would win? I attempted to joke with myself, mustering as much humor as I could. Would I run out the clock? Or would my time eventually expire.
I struggled down the stairs, it hurt, hurt too much to bear any longer. Whether it was the pain that blurred my vision, or it was merely the darkness that had set, I couldn’t tell. Atlas’s back had finally cracked; I needed relief. No one would miss me anyway. My eyes flickered to the kitchen counter, where the sheen reflecting off the steel caught my attention. It’ll be all over in a minute. I felt the coolness of the blade against my skin as I basked in the ironic warmth it brought me.
 Celestial Luminosity · Wed Dec 29, 2010 @ 09:34am · 0 Comments |
