Make it Stop
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
915
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Make it Stop
Make it Stop
An EwB side story by Setsuna-Jikan
I screamed and screamed and screamed. Swinging the blade down, I slammed it into my arm and pulled, relishing in the feeling of my flesh splitting, muscles and blood flying. I did it again and again, screaming out my anger, frustration, and just plain self loathing to the room. I carved up my legs, severing my tendons one by one until I was stuck in that damnable kneeling position. I slashed at my stomach, splitting my skin, digging my hands in there to pull out my organs, destroying them one by one. I ruined my face, cut down to the bone, chopped off my hair. As I fell forward into a pool of blood, I ripped up my arms with my nails, clutching the blade of the damn knife tightly in one hand. I kept screaming even as my vision blackened and everything was quiet and peaceful.
I was cradled in his arms, looking up into his green eyes. He didn't say anything, didn't look at my condemningly, but just watched me. He was coated in blood. My blood. Our blood. Crying, I wrapped my scarred arms around his neck. Tears ran down smooth cheeks as I mourned the loss of my peace and freedom.
Silently, he stroked my long blonde hair, soothing me even as I screamed at him, hating and loving him with every breath my lungs took in. With every moment I was still here.
I don't want to do this anymore. Make it stop.
I can't. I don't know how.
We lay like that the entire night, just holding each other until the sun rose, presenting us with another day.
---{{{}}}---
AN: Probably doesn't make much sense, slightly spoilerific if you can make heads and tails out of this. According to my computer, I wrote this December 10. Obviously I wasn't in too great of a mood, but I can't for the life of me remember what set this off.
*reads another file* Oooooohhhh. Now I remember. *looks at hands* I am soooo glad I didn't rip these apart. See? Writing prevents bodily harm! This is the second time! WOOT!
This all *gestures at the story* belongs to me. Woot.
Sets, out!
::end transmission::
An EwB side story by Setsuna-Jikan
I screamed and screamed and screamed. Swinging the blade down, I slammed it into my arm and pulled, relishing in the feeling of my flesh splitting, muscles and blood flying. I did it again and again, screaming out my anger, frustration, and just plain self loathing to the room. I carved up my legs, severing my tendons one by one until I was stuck in that damnable kneeling position. I slashed at my stomach, splitting my skin, digging my hands in there to pull out my organs, destroying them one by one. I ruined my face, cut down to the bone, chopped off my hair. As I fell forward into a pool of blood, I ripped up my arms with my nails, clutching the blade of the damn knife tightly in one hand. I kept screaming even as my vision blackened and everything was quiet and peaceful.
I was cradled in his arms, looking up into his green eyes. He didn't say anything, didn't look at my condemningly, but just watched me. He was coated in blood. My blood. Our blood. Crying, I wrapped my scarred arms around his neck. Tears ran down smooth cheeks as I mourned the loss of my peace and freedom.
Silently, he stroked my long blonde hair, soothing me even as I screamed at him, hating and loving him with every breath my lungs took in. With every moment I was still here.
I don't want to do this anymore. Make it stop.
I can't. I don't know how.
We lay like that the entire night, just holding each other until the sun rose, presenting us with another day.
---{{{}}}---
AN: Probably doesn't make much sense, slightly spoilerific if you can make heads and tails out of this. According to my computer, I wrote this December 10. Obviously I wasn't in too great of a mood, but I can't for the life of me remember what set this off.
*reads another file* Oooooohhhh. Now I remember. *looks at hands* I am soooo glad I didn't rip these apart. See? Writing prevents bodily harm! This is the second time! WOOT!
This all *gestures at the story* belongs to me. Woot.
Sets, out!
::end transmission::