It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
Embrace the pain.
Enjoy the sweet lingering pain.
The thoughts were cluttering into your mind as another slit appeared on your wrist. Releasing the shard of glass, a shivering smile crept in the corner of your mouth as you held the various cuts on your wrist. The blood seeped out of the multiple slices rapidly as you just stared at the crimson colored fluid.
Pain wasn't something you were exactly scared of, it was something you took interest in. It made you feel, well... Alive. "Damn, at it again are we?"
You looked up to see the drowsy eyes of none other than Kimmy. The two of you were crooked street walkers, sharing one cigarette occasionally and sharing pennies to keep your fragile souls alive. "Of shut the hell up, you're no better you big douch
He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had long since lost track of time, yet he did not care.
Those damn fools. Who the hell did they think they were? Locking him up. HIM. A man of science. A bringer of societal advances, and hero to mankind. They would regret this. All of them. If they would not have him as their savior, they would have him as their end maker.
His brow twitched for a momen
Another day of school passed and you walked home, per the usual. You used to take the bus, but after multiple songs about ugly people and sticking gum wads in your (h/c) (h/l) hair, your mother insisted you walk home. No protesting there, but there was always a feeling of being watch
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Smiling, you dropped the pen and leaned back to read it from afar. You gave it an approval nod and tucked the letter into the envelope, shutting it with a small heart sticker you found with the rest on the valentines crap from the storage room.
You knew precisely who would get this specific one. Hoodie. You knew you bo