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Post by ~*Adrean Celeste*~ on Jul 1, 2010 20:40:06 GMT -6
I honestly don't know if this would be counted as prose or not, but oh well I think it'll be alright if it's not, it's pretty much the original version of cuts. I like this one better.
The sharp razor lies there, easily accessible, calling my nam. I pick it up and look at the scars already there. Slow and steady I press it to my wrist hard enough to break the delicate skin and drag the blade across feeling fire and ice pound through my veins. I was righ, I can't think about him anymore. I can only think about the pain. The blood... My blood... Thick and scarlet drips to the flood and slowly begins to create a puddle in the bathroom floor. I'm starting to see spots, this hasn't ever happenned before. The room starts spinning and I finally look down and see that I've hit the vein. I could bleed out. I reach for the phone, but it's too late. I black out. When I wake, I can only hear the steady beeps from the machine and the only person in the room is him. He speaks quietly but with a softness that I didn't know was possible for him, " I was so afraid that you would die, that I would never get to see you again. I love you" was all he had to say.
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Post by ~*Adrean Celeste*~ on Jul 1, 2010 20:42:16 GMT -6
I have more, but Idk if I'm really any good, so could anybody that reads it let me know what you think?
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Post by Dancing Tiger on Jul 2, 2010 13:14:31 GMT -6
its good what else is there?? and it is prose do you want me to move it??
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Post by ~*Adrean Celeste*~ on Jul 2, 2010 17:24:50 GMT -6
if you want to, Idc.
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Post by Dancing Tiger on Jul 2, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -6
k go for it
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