This Was Mine

Deafening beats rushed throughout her head.

This was mine

All that she could hear was anguished cries of a tormented band.

This was mine.

She knew that there were screams coming from downstairs, barricaded from her ears.

This was mine.

Humming along to the band, she finished getting dressed for school.

This was mine.

Her body seemed to pulse to the music, eagerly anticipating her finishing touch.

This was mine.

A loud crash echoed throughout the house, loud enough to break through the girl's defenses. Still, she smiled and continued to get ready.

This was mine.

She looked over her reflection, perfect as always. The reflection showed no signs of her inner torment.

This was mine.

Now it was time for the final touch. Her body hummed in anticipation. A few cuts here, a slice there, and finished.

This was mine.

The girl fell to the floor. Blood pooled around her body on the cold, tile floor.

This was mine.

Her final touches. A smile cut forever into her flesh. A note written on the wall in her blood, drawn from her wrists.

This was mine.

'An untimely demise,

created from a mountain of deceitful lies.

When the pile scatters,

and the blood spatters,

A life meets the end of its time.

And this,'

This was mine.

The End

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