The Ending Waltz***
231 Words
...dark figures fill a room, all waltzing in unison. She feels out of place in her dark blue ballgown, adorn with blood red roses; everyone in black suits and gowns wearing black masks. No face being seen. They all look at her with disgust. She feels a force shove her into the crowd; everyone begins to shove her around the room. Claws start to tear at her gown, ripping into her flesh. Her blood dripping everywhere. Tears begin to fall from her eyes, as she cannot seem to keep her balance from being shoved around the ballroom. She bumps into a dark figure dressed in a blood red suit wearing a black mask. His right hand grips her throat, squeezing tightly. She grabs at his arm, struggling to breathe; her lips becoming as blue as her gown. Her eyes grow dark as her body becomes limp. He holds her close and begins to waltz with her. The whole rooms starts to waltz in unison 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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