Post by Ritzu on Jul 2, 2007 19:44:42 GMT -5
She clutched her face in agony as the hot tears spread over her cheeks, stinging in the fresh wounds. She backed away, all self confidence vanished from her empty heart. She wasn't even sure she had a heart. Skin was stretched, taut, over her barely-beating chest as she sobbed into her hands, wiping away the tears with ferocity that brought red away with them.
The pain wouldn't go away. Ever since she had yelled at them... Accused them and overreacted, she had ended up like this. Her self-control had mounted, but her happiness had drained away, like water through cupped hands. She pined to be back, laughing with them and grinning like they had no worries.
Maybe someday they could forgive her. Her wings that had once spread in an angelic arc from her graceful back had shriveled into devil's fans, the scaly, leathery skin membrane painfully noticeable. Her eyes had faded from an energetic blue into a milky, depressing gray.
Her hair had been chopped off, flipping out to the sides, meaning to make her look more open, more happy... But as she drew back one bloodsoaked hand, her smudged, crimson reflection urged her to cry, cry until she was as dry as the Sahara desert. She had been living in the real world...
But her real friends weren't always there. They were willing to sacrifice her at any moment for popularity...
And because she was a selfish, childish little bitch.
~+~
My thoughts on my estrangement and alienation from the Judgement community. I'm so sorry.
The pain wouldn't go away. Ever since she had yelled at them... Accused them and overreacted, she had ended up like this. Her self-control had mounted, but her happiness had drained away, like water through cupped hands. She pined to be back, laughing with them and grinning like they had no worries.
Maybe someday they could forgive her. Her wings that had once spread in an angelic arc from her graceful back had shriveled into devil's fans, the scaly, leathery skin membrane painfully noticeable. Her eyes had faded from an energetic blue into a milky, depressing gray.
Her hair had been chopped off, flipping out to the sides, meaning to make her look more open, more happy... But as she drew back one bloodsoaked hand, her smudged, crimson reflection urged her to cry, cry until she was as dry as the Sahara desert. She had been living in the real world...
But her real friends weren't always there. They were willing to sacrifice her at any moment for popularity...
And because she was a selfish, childish little bitch.
~+~
My thoughts on my estrangement and alienation from the Judgement community. I'm so sorry.