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Fire, Fire
I wrote this ages ago so it's probably pretty bad. I only did a quick skim over to fix the mistakes so sorry if there is any.


She stared at the blood pouring out of her wrist, a sad smile formed on her lips. She knew it was wrong but the pain made her feel better. Standing she walked into the family's only bathroom and grabbed out some gauze. She wrapped the white cloth around her red wrist, watching as it was stained a velvety crimson color. She then left, back into her dark room and picked up the rusty razor she stole from her great grandfather. It was one of those old World War 2 kind of razors. Whipping the razor off on a small dark colored towel she set it gently on top of her night stand.
She wasn't like the other kids, she was the bullied one. The one different from the rest. Her locker was the only locker covered in nasty words that she was constantly called. The names she was constantly called echoed in her head: freak, emo, worthless, death obsessed freak, stupid, whore, dumb b***h. All of them echoed in her head. She frowned, knowing that they wouldn't ever stop. As long as she didn't fight back they would keep bullying her. hatred filled her hazel eyes.
Turning to the hall, she walked down her quite, dark house. She walked into the kitchen, planing something that she only thought would make her joyous again. No one would care anyways, she was hated by everyone around her. She walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of her father's vodka. She wasn't one who would drink, no she was planning to do something very different with the alcohol that she held in her hand.
Walking back into her room she search for her stash of matches. She kept them somewhere in her room, but where? Setting the alcohol down she opened the drawer on her night stand and smiled. Right there, the matches sat on top of a dictionary, just barely hidden under some wrapper for a candy bar. She greedily grabbed the box and pulled a match out. One would be sufficient enough. One could light a fire large enough to consume something in flames, with the right fuel that is.
She opened the bottle of vodka, evenly pouring it on her head, arms, legs, and torso. She struck the match on the match box, the flames licking at the oxygen in the air. She didn't even have to moves before the flame touched her soaked clothing. Flames consumed her body, the vodka had served as an efficient fuel for the fire. She had turned herself into a human inferno.
She let out a scream of agony, even though she had down this herself. She could feel her hair burn and singe, slowly disappearing. Never again will she brush her own hair. Her clothing turning black as the burned, never again to be washed. She wouldn't ever buy anymore clothing like these either. She dropped to her knees, unable to stand anymore. Another agonizing scream escaped her lips.
Her mother rushed into the hall, the house had suddenly felt warmer than before and there was a light coming from her daughter's room. She stood in disbelief, right in front of her eyes she saw her only child on her knees. She was also engulfed in flames. Her daughter looked up and smiled at her mother. She was laughing hysterically, practically screaming whilst doing so. She laughed as she watched her mother call out to her father. Telling him to get some water, or anything, to put out their burning daughter.
Her vision was fading, going dark. She silently burned as her parents rushed to stop the fire that she had caused. The last thing she felt before the world went black around her was a sudden wet feeling, like if water was tossed on her. She closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her, feeling the cold, wet sensation that she believed was death.
xXx
She woke up as the bright sun shone throw the window. She moaned and looked around, hearing the steady beeping sound of the heart monitor next to her. She was in the hospital. Lucky her, she thought. Another attempt failed, another time to try. She smiled quietly to herself before letting the sound of the heart monitor lull her back to sleep.

‎Friday, ‎December ‎06, ‎2013





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