slylingual
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- Joined
- May 23, 2013
- Messages
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- MBTI Type
- ENFP
- Instinctual Variant
- sx/sp
after a long night out she snuck back into the house through her bedroom window. once she made it safely inside she sat down at her desk before sifting through her drawers in search of a piece of paper. when she found it she set it neatly in front of her with only a pin needle in hand. she then proceeded to poke her right thumb with it until it bled. it didn't hurt but it did tingle. she stifled a giggle.
she sat still for a few moments while she quickly scanned her bedroom for nothing in particular. he was still whimpering in the corner but when her eyes met his they just glazed over him as if he didn't even exist. she redirected her focus back to the piece of paper she'd laid out for herself. tiny droplets of blood were spread across it sporadically.
she lightly shrugged before pressing her thumb down on the paper. she wrote a word. she then wrote the same word. again and again and again until she made it the bottom of the page. how so much blood managed to flow through such a tiny hole, she'll never know. she didn't care to know. she just wanted to get her message across, and she did.
tears welled up in her eyes as she stood up. she grabbed her nap sack and without a second thought she bolted through her bedroom door into the hall, down toward the front door, swerving around furniture and bodies along the way. when she made it outside she screamed so loud and hard that her lungs felt like they were burning by the time she was finished.
it wasn't supposed to be like this. things could've turned out very differently for her had she just taken a left instead of a right. stopped, listened, and then spoke. in half a century it'll all be over and none of this will matter. start rolling, she whispered to herself. she fell down to her knees, readying herself for a never-ending somersault into the abyss that lie at the bottom of the hill.
as she lay her hands down on the grass, she noticed blood still dripping from the hole in her thumb. there was a lot. too much, in fact. it came out fast. she was scared to turn around but she knew she had to and when she did the tears returned. a steady trail of blood followed her from the house to the top of the hill, and a steady trail of tears fell from her eyes to her chin.
it wasn't over. it was coming for her, and vigorously so. she couldn't see it but she could feel it and there was nothing she could do about it but run like she always had because what else can you do when the invisible is chasing you? all she ever wanted was a unique balance between chaos and peace but what she got instead was a string of empty promises of peace before she was hit with unrelenting chaos. the calm before the storm, the earthquake, the tsunami.
"this is it," she told herself and down the hill she rolled... but where only blood trailed behind her, now so did tears.
she sat still for a few moments while she quickly scanned her bedroom for nothing in particular. he was still whimpering in the corner but when her eyes met his they just glazed over him as if he didn't even exist. she redirected her focus back to the piece of paper she'd laid out for herself. tiny droplets of blood were spread across it sporadically.
she lightly shrugged before pressing her thumb down on the paper. she wrote a word. she then wrote the same word. again and again and again until she made it the bottom of the page. how so much blood managed to flow through such a tiny hole, she'll never know. she didn't care to know. she just wanted to get her message across, and she did.
tears welled up in her eyes as she stood up. she grabbed her nap sack and without a second thought she bolted through her bedroom door into the hall, down toward the front door, swerving around furniture and bodies along the way. when she made it outside she screamed so loud and hard that her lungs felt like they were burning by the time she was finished.
it wasn't supposed to be like this. things could've turned out very differently for her had she just taken a left instead of a right. stopped, listened, and then spoke. in half a century it'll all be over and none of this will matter. start rolling, she whispered to herself. she fell down to her knees, readying herself for a never-ending somersault into the abyss that lie at the bottom of the hill.
as she lay her hands down on the grass, she noticed blood still dripping from the hole in her thumb. there was a lot. too much, in fact. it came out fast. she was scared to turn around but she knew she had to and when she did the tears returned. a steady trail of blood followed her from the house to the top of the hill, and a steady trail of tears fell from her eyes to her chin.
it wasn't over. it was coming for her, and vigorously so. she couldn't see it but she could feel it and there was nothing she could do about it but run like she always had because what else can you do when the invisible is chasing you? all she ever wanted was a unique balance between chaos and peace but what she got instead was a string of empty promises of peace before she was hit with unrelenting chaos. the calm before the storm, the earthquake, the tsunami.
"this is it," she told herself and down the hill she rolled... but where only blood trailed behind her, now so did tears.
