Broken***
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...She looks at herself in the mirror; hair in loose spirals, smokey pink eyes, pale pink lipstick, and an elegant black ball gown. She takes a deep breath and slowly descends the staircase. The room grows quiet as she enters the ballroom. The ominous music begins to play again. She makes her way through the crowd, no one noticing her. she tries to speak, but no words come out. She taps on someone's shoulder, but no recognition. She feels an uncontrollable urge build up inside; she looks around trying to get anyone's attention. A scream fills the room, everyone remains unfazed. A dark figure approaches her, holding out his hand. She slowly slides her hand into his. As he pulls her close, they begin to glide to the music; everyone stepping back. She feels scared, yet comforted in his arms. She begins to feel weak; as she lays her head on his shoulder. She notices the floor beginning to cover in blood. She looks up at him; he leans in to kiss her. She pulls away; tripping her way back up the staircase. She slams her bedroom door behind her, only to find him standing at the foot of her bed. Closing her eyes, tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she slides down the door to the floor, letting out her emotions. As she opens her eyes, he has vanished, leaving behind a single red rose on the end of her bed. She picks up the rose and watches as it slowly decays in her hand. She buries her face in her hands as she sits there crying, knowing that she's lost and broken; left to never know how to find herself again...
***I do not condone violence, substance abuse, or self harm. This writing is simply, a writing. No one was harmed in any way during the writing of this post. If you are having any thoughts of self harm, please reach out to someone and be safe. Here is a link to reach out to someone just to talk if you should ever need it. Thank you***
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