Prologue
244 Words
Six.
Winter.
Like the weather outside she wasn't in the right state of mind. Her mind played back the events of the day.
Her friends.
Her family.
Her school.
Her life.
Each rang with an emptiness, no familiarity. No control. No self-control. And the emptiness that urged to be refill, called out from the darkest crux within her soul.
But those elements that sculpted her life were like fragments; sharp edged - glass blades.
Each scraping against the smooth skin of her nimble fingers.
Revealing the scarlet - the only colour her mind seemed to acknowledge. The only feeling her body seemed to acknowledge.
Winter.
And although,she was surrounded by the warmth of family, the air felt icy.... The mood was Arctic.
Her thoughts as cold and emotionless as a winter's breeze carrying with it sharpened icicles.
The coolness of the wall as she purposefully slapped it against her wrist, did not lead to the internal bleeding she desired. In a panic, in her state....
She need to sedate...
To self medicate.
Six.
Red and blue, a tiny capsules.
One by one. Each gift thrown back; disregarded by an uninterested child. Her tears freezing in the coolness, like her feelings. Feelings drowned out by the high, the fluidity of her insides... The freedom of her mind.... Too bad it only lasted one night.
You all know she came back for seconds right? With a stronger medicine vile, we can all predict what happened right?
- Writer
