And Now, an Original Piece! (although I suppose it could be fan fiction...)

[lunesque]

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You left me here, alone in the dark.

“Why are you doing this?”

Why shouldn’t I be doing this? I can’t breathe. You left me spinning out of control, grasping at the edges of what used to be my life. Help me take a step back from the edge. The knife glistens; liquid ruby drips down my arm. The pain keeps me sane. The pain tells me that I’m still here. Sweet. So sweet.

“Stop! Please, don’t hurt yourself.”

Hypocrite. I can let you hurt me, but I can’t hurt myself. But there’s a difference between you and me. I know when to stop.

“What do you want?”

I want what’s mine.

. . .

Red is such a pretty color. I never realized how beautiful it was before. You pull on the knife, and I jerk back, leaving a gash on your palm, our blood mixing together and staining the blade as one. Oh, my. “Do you want to bleed for me?”

“Why? Tell me why everything with you is pain?”

You don’t understand. “You left me.”

“There’s nothing between us anymore.”

“You hurt me.” I close my eyes. All I see is blood on the back of my eyelids.

“You hurt yourself.”

“You hurt me first.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Yes!”

“Then give me something.”

“What?”

“I gave you everything that I was. I want something in return. It’s mine. I deserve it.”

“What on Earth could you want? Please, just put down the knife, and we’ll talk--”

“I don’t want words.” So sour, like the copper aftertaste left in your mouth after you bite the inside of your cheek.

You touch my cheek gently, branding me, staining me scarlet with your fingertips. “I’m sorry—I can’t love you anymore--”

“I don’t want your love anymore.” Bitter. I don’t want bitter either.

“God, what do you want? Tell me! Please! Just… stop. Stop hurting yourself.”

There. My breath catches. There. The translucent liquid drips onto my finger, and I raise it to my lips.

Salt. Salt and pain. Your pain.

Suddenly, I can breathe again.

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