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

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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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damn. not sure i can say anything else but that.

damn.

is this part of a bigger piece, or something isolated?

~i

::is still awed::

i just... wow.

hey, does this mean i can post _my_ original work to lj, or am i not as cool as you?

this is isolated--I had to write it for Creative Writing class like, the day before it was due, because my original idea ended up being too long. So out popped this. :)

What the heck are you talking about? Is there some sort of rule that says you can't post original work? *panics*

nope, but your stuff is cool.

mine is just... blerg.

*rages* NO IT ISN'T YOU... YOU... ARG!! *I* happen to like your original stuff, thank you very much! :P Anyway, you've only read, like, three of my original things, right? So how do you know if it's cool or not? (...unless I sent you a piece of a novel or something...)

because i've heard you TALK about them, you have passion, and i know your writing is good so just... sod off and stuff.

:grins: So you posted it at last. ::laughing:: You know, there is a rule that good writers always think their work sucks. Just to throw that out there for. . .whatever. ::pats Mori on the head:: Don't ask why I did that. You know me.

Regret,honey, I love you. *grins* And with my original novels, all i've *got* is passion. Those things are awful. Honestly, I'm not being all humble this time. Just ask Kim. :)

You are so bloody odd. And it's not an 'at last' thing--it's a 'what the hell' thing. And don't get me started, kimberly. :P

Get you started on what? I haven't done anything so *sticks tongue out at you* You wrote it, so own up to it. Yeah, you could say what the hell is wrong with you? But we all know you're crazy, and you have issues.

So there. :P

::is adamant::

they must be at least decent babes, you wrote them.

*blushes* Ah... I... *hugs and loves*

Bitch. >_

*grins brightly* Yeah, I know.

*laughs* And just for the record, Kimberly, you don't break as easily as you insist. ^^

Break? Break what? I didn't do it, I swear on (insert something)!

Rachie!!

*dashes madly to a safe distance*

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