Short Snippets of things I've written :)

Part 2 ♪

TW: Mentions of blood, injury, and self harm

A bloodcurdling scream pierces the silence filling the cold, empty alleyway. I crumple to the floor, my legs giving away. My voice is hoarse, the screams I bellowed taking a toll on my once perfect vocal chords. Crawling on all fours across the hard cobblestone floors. I stop abruptly, a low and painful wail escaping my mouth as grief and pain run over my body. My nails crack as I push them deeper into the ground, my teeth grinding so hard they might just turn into dust. I look for a way out of this pain, my head unable to work with the flood of adrenaline in me. I hit my head off of the ground, accidentally at first but then the dull pain relieved me and I hit it again, once, twice, three times until the feeling of blood dampens my brow.

The sorrow and pain that coats my heart is unforgiving, the feeling coming in long bursts. Fortunately for me there aren't many people on the dark streets this late at night, and so I can cry my eyes out in peace. For the few people who are out, they give me quizzical looks – some are sympathetic – but none stop to help me, and I am thankful for this. A sharp piercing feeling radiates from my forehead, the pain of the last few pounds catching up to me, and I wince, yet the feeling is nothing compared to that of my heart.

My hand grips at the soft cotton of my shirt, grabbing the skin that separates me from my heart, the thing I must get rid of. My nails dig their way into my skin, small beads of blood slowly making their way through my shirt. Red stains form below my palm, my nails digging deeper, until I can feel a thin layer of skin underneath them. The pain in my heart increases, and I wail once more. The treacherous echoes of my own voice haunt my mind, my face contorting at my own agony.