She had those glasses with thick rims and stretched ears, so paper thin.
Long black dyed hair that had slightly faded to green. God I fell in love with her write from the scene.
In one hand a cigarette and in the other not a damn in the world.
But she had these demons in her, biting onto her skin leaving thick scar marks all over her little arms.
She loathed herself, she truly did. I did not understand though, how could a girl so perfect hate every inch of her body?
She would tell me stories of how she would get so drunk on sex and candy flavored vodka the lines would begin to fade and she would pass out.
she regretted nothing
and took everything
Each morning she decided as a ritual for her to kiss my scars and then I would do the same for her. She said that it would makes the screaming voices turn to whispers.
she told me one day that she was raped. But she did not cry she fell silent as if she was reliving it all over in her brain.
She then just shrugged and popped another pill into her beautiful mouth.
We got into big trouble a day later with the doctors. She put both of her middle fingers up and stuck out her entire tongue and of course I did the same.
She changed me but not in a good or bad way, I realized how much I could love for someone when I was leading my own self destruction
the last time i saw her was when her eyes were back to white and blue and her new pierced lip she had done herself was forced to be taken out.
I wanted to hug her, kiss her scars, kiss her lips and tell her she would live through this. However she stood up infront of me with nothing there but bloody wrist once again and said "I love you"
