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A tear by itself, such a small, sad kind of thing. A life of holding your head up, when others would break, a strength in itself. A life of pain and suffering, caused by those who were supposed to love her, a world in which she would never be accepted. So here, in this fridged world, she says her final words.
"I'm sorry, mom, sorry I couldn't be prettier, quieter, more petite. I'm sorry dad, sorry I could never forgive you for leaving, for walking away. I'm sorry, world, that I couldn't roll with the punches, take the tears, the pain, the hurt you wished for me to feel. I'm sorry, God, that I couldn't stick it out on your creation as one of your beloved creatures...."
Her strength is trembling, her lips quiver, her hands shake as she lifts her razor. She feels her tears, they slide down her pale cheeks. Her long black hair lay flat and soaked from the rain which mingled with her sorrowful tears. Her dark purple eyes wide with pain and hurt, looking down from her hill.
She lays the glinting blade against her wrist, draws it across her porcilen skin, drawing a line of ruby red blood which slides over her skin in drops. She draws the blade across her other wrist, watches the blood as it slides slowly down both of her wrists.
She thinks as her last thought, not really caring that her life is blleding away, about how it all started....
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. Please, forgive me...." She whispers, her voice fading as her last breath eases past her lightly parted lips as she lay upon the damp ground.









THE END



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red-head said...
Nov. 18, 2010 at 10:06 pm:

Crisp, Short, Well Writen, Sad.

Thank You.

 
EternityRain replied...
May 15, 2011 at 3:22 pm :
:, I do aim to please.
 
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