Emotion***
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...The dry, dead leaves of the old creaky trees begin to dance in the wind. The streets are dead with silence. The homes are dark and ratted. As she begins to walk down the street, it becomes covered in blood. She looks around, seeing splattered blood amongst the grass and trees. The wind carries cries of the innocent. She wraps her arms around herself, feeling all the pain that has been. She shakes her head as she begins to run, trying to get away from it all; the blood splashing up around her feet. She barges into her room, slamming the door behind her. Wanting to stop all the cries that seem to echo louder; she looks into her vanity mirror. So many faces, so many tears, but no image of herself. Blood begins to drip down the mirror. In a panic, she shoves her fist into the mirror, shattering it into so many pieces. The blood covers her hand. She walks into the bathroom to wash it off, only to stop in the doorway. Dropping to her knees as she looks upon her body laying in a bath of her own blood. A dark figure appears behind her, reaching out for her hand. She scrambles to her feet and runs out of the house, never wanting to accept what she's seen. She walks up to the edge of what used to be a peaceful lake, now covered in a fog. She drops to her knees, hoping to see her reflection; only an emptiness is all that's left...
***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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