One-Shot A chapter of a life is ending, and a new one beginning, is it all about to end?

by Ephemerae

My feelings for you are false

They're shreds of past affections

But why this feeling in my heart?

It's a vicious cycle, and I've gone through it enough times so that every scar has millions of predecessors. I don't know how it started, everything is getting so blurry. We were so happy, back then. But then, I saw you with someone else. I was so angry at the time, I didn't know what to do. I went back home and ran into the bathroom. I found a razor. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I sliced into my wrist. The blood fascinated me, and it was only the beginning. I tried to talk myself out of it, it was so senseless, but I couldn't stop. You came back home, and we forgave each other, but you didn't notice how pale I was, how drawn. Our lives continued. My wrist was a maze of scars, so many old, and so many new. You never noticed.

It happened again a week later. Again I found my only solace in the gleam of a blade, and again I forgave you. You were my ecstasy, and everyday I wanted more. It was making me weak, but I was so infatuated with you that I didn't see the gleam in your eyes. That gleam would cut me far deeper that any blade ever could. It happened again and again, and one day, I retaliated. You were shocked...and outraged. It was that day you left me, and I have never been the same.

Sometimes I wonder how people can become so insensitive, you show them all your love and yet, nothing happens. And how insensitive we get too... we still love them even is they knew. Never again...that's what I said to myself. I don't want to feel that kind of pain again. And just when I think it's over, when I think it's true, I found myself back in love with you. Sometimes I get hurt so much I just want to run away as far as I could. But you know what scares me? It's when I look back and see you not following me anymore. These are my last thoughts and memoirs, and wishes of happiness to all my friends and family. May you all live long happy lives. I'll be watching over you, whether it be from above or below.

Goodbye.

Note:

I'm so sorry, it's another one-shot. This one is probably a true story, somewhere out there. This is probably the story of someone out there, and that is the real sad part about this story. I'm going to try and get a start on a story idea I had, I'll keep everyone posted.

Rae