5Andrea Walters walked into the empty kitchen of her home and picked up a sharp knife. She walked back upstairs, and into her room. She sat down on the floor and brought the knife to her wrist, pressing down, hard and deep she cut a cross into her wrist. As the knife penetrated her skin, she cried out.
(I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more.)
Andrea tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over he eyelids. She stood up, shakily and fell onto her bed.
(I lay dying..)
The blood was flowing from her wrist, soaking into her blanket. She looked over, at her nightstand and saw a framed picture of her and her boyfriend, James. She had promised him, not to do this.
(And I'm pouring crimson regret, and betrayal.)
Andrea started to feel weak. "God, please.. please help me." She pleaded, regretting this, so much, she looked down, the blood was still soaking into her bed. "God! Please! Please help me!" She screamed, as the tears spilled onto her cheeks.
(I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming.)
Andrea sobbed into her pillows.
(Am I too lost to be saved, am I too lost?)
"God, please, please help me. I'm so sorry I did this!" Andrea sobbed.
(My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation.)
"God, please, don't let me die!"
(My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation.)
Andrea continued to sob into her pillow as memories of her, with James ran through her mind.
(Do you remember me? Lost for so long.)
Andrea wondered.."If I die, will James do this, too? Will he be waiting for me?"
(Will you be on the other side, or will you forget me?)
She couldn't stop thinking of James as her vision blurred, the blood was started to flow slower. "God, why did you let me do this?" She screamed.
(I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming. Am I too lost to be saved, am I too lost?)
Andrea prayed to herself silently, wishing for a miracle.
(My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation. My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation.)
"God, please, I don't want to live anymore, but I need to live for James."
(I want to die!)
"God, please save me, for James!"
(My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation.)
"He needs me, I need him, I promised!"
(My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation.)
The cross on her wrist throbbed, and she cried out.
(My wounds cry for the grave.)
Andrea hoped that she wouldn't be punished for her stupid acts.
(My soul cries, for deliverance.)
"God, please, please don't let me down."
(Will I be denied, Christ? Tourniquet.)
Andrea's tears stopped flowing, she couldn't see anymore, and she no longer felt pain. She felt so cold. James' face was on her mind, as she died.
(My suicide.)
Alright, it's not a great songfic, but I tried. Flames and reviews are welcome, and wanted! I'll try and review back.