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** this is something i wrote for a friend of mine...
Title: Alone

Sitting on a cold toilet bowl. Burning a hole into a reflection she no longer recognizes. Skin so pale its almost see through, eyes that were once full of life are now filled with pain and despair. She stands, walks towards the door and locks it putting up her last barrier before she does what she has to do. As she walks back to her previous destination her knees grow week and she grips the sink for balance. After a few moments and some deep breaths she sits back down on the toilet. Her eyes scan the room for that silver instrument that can take her pain away. She starts to shake when she doesn't see it but slowly relaxes when she spots it on the rack on the wall. Grabbing it quickly she lifts up her up her sleeve. Each scar pushing her closer to the edge. Each scar reminding her of that tragic day. That day was the reason why she has those 27 scars, every single one. As she rest the sharp metal on her skin she begins to recall that horrid night just like she does every time she slices her skin.


***

She sitting on the hot sand watching the sun greet the water as another day comes to an end. This has become routine for her, watching the sunset and the stars slowly make an appearance. Oblivious to the world around her she closes her eyes and listens to the distinct melody of the waves crashing against the rocks. She doesn't notice the masculine figure coming up behind her. He softly tapped her on the shoulder. Being brought out of her trance she jumps up and turns around to see the person who startled her. However she doesn't recognize this foreign person and fear starts to creep inside her.
"You want some company sexy?" the strange man asked, his motive clearly evident in his smile.
"No thanks, I'm fine." she confidently dismissed his question with ease. He didn't leave though he asked yet another question while moving a little closer.
"Aww, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" he was now edging on entering her personal space.
"I said I didn't want company so why are you still here?" she spit back, annoyance clearly in her tone.
"Feisty, are we?" He began to run his strong hand up her thigh. As quick as he began she began to move away from his touch.
"Don't touch me. Stop!" His grip on her tightened and he became more demanding.
"Shut up you little b***h! You do as I say and this will be over soon, don't and I will only make this experience so much worse." He picked her up while she did everything she could to fight against him. To no avail he threw her in his truck, ripping off her clothing and forcing himself on her and taking away her innocence. Her screams were apparently heard by no one and she had nobody to save her. Her relentless protest wasn't in anyway appreciated by her attacker so he beat her with an electric switch. Voltage to high for her body weight causing her to go deaf. Soon the torture was over and she was dropped back onto her spot on the sand.

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She pushed that bad memory out her mind and continued to focus on the task at hand. Tear drops rapidly falling from her eyelids and landing on her arm. She began to drag the cold metal down her arm. Blood slowly started to drip from her fresh wound. As she got closer to the place that would take away the pain forever blood rushed through her thin veins. Her hand slowly raked across her wrist and red fluid gushed out. Life as she new it began to slip away as she fell to the floor in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes fluttered shut and feeling began to leave her body. In a matter of 20 seconds she was gone.