Post by Hailey Pershing on Jan 26, 2014 6:30:09 GMT -7
This life isn't good enough; how many
hundreds of years have I lived until now?
But no matter what, I can try again
with the Life Reset Button.
hundreds of years have I lived until now?
But no matter what, I can try again
with the Life Reset Button.
A thin trail of blood dripped down along the side of Hailey's bare arm, leaving a line of pink on her pristine skin, and then it fell, the shape ballooning in the air before it plipped onto the ground, making a small dot on the cerulean tile floor.
Such a shame it was that the tile was already too covered in the spreading crimson to really change the fact that she was bleeding.
The door to the public bathroom was locked, something that she had made sure of before she'd let it close, and vaguely, outside of herself, almost as though it was far away from where she was, she could hear scratching at the door and frantic whining from a familiar voice. Slowly, her bright green eyes trailed down, observing the various lines of crimson on her arm almost as if they were carved into someone else's flesh. Everything just seemed so... disconnected from her, and rationally, she supposed that it could be from the bloodloss. But she hadn't lost enough blood for that yet; she'd know, she was the one who had reached that point before. The wounds weren't even deep enough for any of that to happen, which she found a damn shame. She almost wanted to lift her hand and trace a few more lines down her flesh, just to try to end things.
But that would have involved being able to lift her head up from where it was buried in her knees. She was sure she made quite the sight, sitting up on the counter of a public restroom with her legs pulled up to her chest, sneakers planted on the plastic-covered marble, her forehead pressed to her knees and a small pool of blood slowly growing around her, staining the short shorts she was wearing. She felt alone and isolated here, and when her breathing had been starting to grow short and her fingers began to itch, she'd gone looking for someone who could speak English just to try to find someone who could talk to her and remind her that she existed. Instead, all she'd found was Japanese on top of Japanese, and when Blackout had tried to comfort her, she'd run away here, locking herself in.
She knew it was only a matter of time until the BlackGuilmon managed to figure out a way to get inside the bathroom. He was smart like that. But she was breaking down, falling deeper and deeper and deeper, and when she'd attempted to reach out, all she got back was her own failure. She couldn't save anyone. She couldn't manage to protect people like the Tamer that had saved her life. All she could do was mess things up and try not to cry. Even now she could feel the prickling extra wetness in her eyes and that burn in her throat that came from trying to hold back the defeated tears. Her fingers tightened slightly on the razor she grasped in her other hand, and she could feel the slight sting of a few more cuts digging into her fingers, but it wasn't enough to give her the energy to move.
This was the same kind of dangerous mindset that had guided her to the bridge where she'd almost jumped and instead found Blackout. She was drowning, falling, shattering to pieces like little more than a glass figurine tossed from a building. All it would take now was one more thing, one more snub to push her over the edge and give her the energy to make another attempt on her own life. She was just so beaten and so tired...
TEMPLATE MADE BY KUROYA.
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Welp, I guess the good news is that taking things out on Hailey has made me feel a little better. The bad news is that now she's making destructive choices. Oh well, it keeps me from wallowing.
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"Life Reset Button" by Gumi Megpoid
