Post by dayna on Aug 8, 2007 22:59:40 GMT -4
*takes place after this weekends FT*
Darkness...cold stifling darkness. Pain. Hurt...betrayal. The ever growing wound on her heart, seemed to bleed...Bleed uncontrolably...Nothing seemed real. Everything was beyond her reach. Light, their was none. Only darkness. How did it get like this? How had things come this far? Where had she gone wrong? What was her mistake? Her down fall? Had she not been at his beck and call? Did she not always come running when he did call. Yet she was not good enough. Wasn't good enough for him. She had given him her heart and he had crushed it. Had she not been faithful? Showed him nothing but loyalty? Yet it was never enough. She gave him her love...and he rejected it...no, he didn't understand it. He tossed the word love around like it was a child's play toy. Breaking hearts and destroying lives...all for his sick satisfaction...the same sick satisfaction that made her lust for him...yet now, she was the victim.
Her eyes came to rest on the half empty bottle of pill that lay before her. Her ceiling fan making methodical hums as it rotated around. The slight gusts of air blowing single strands of hair in front of her now dimming emerald eyes. Her skin was cold. Yet her tank top and shorts were plastered to frame. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin. Nothing. No emotion. No tears. Closure. Pure closure. She had been enslaved to this life for long enough. Been a slave to pain...to disappointment and let down. Being let down...worst of all. Though she did well hiding behind her intellect and Queenly output. Her greatest fear had always been being let down. But no one had let her down...She had let herself down. Maybe her parents were right, without them she was nothing. No...they were right. She was nothing, she had no one, no friends, no lovers, only enemies. Enemies...even sometimes it seemed they cared more, but they only cared to find weakness. Something she was full of.
The bottle...still remained in front of her...only a forth of the way full now. Dayna's shivers began. The sweat had frozen itself to her like icing on a cake. Power...something she had most desired...yet, she never truly had power over her own life...she was just a pawn in his game...A weak slender pale hand reached out for the bottle...almost done...Everything was almost done...this was almost over...
Darkness...cold stifling darkness. Pain. Hurt...betrayal. The ever growing wound on her heart, seemed to bleed...Bleed uncontrolably...Nothing seemed real. Everything was beyond her reach. Light, their was none. Only darkness. How did it get like this? How had things come this far? Where had she gone wrong? What was her mistake? Her down fall? Had she not been at his beck and call? Did she not always come running when he did call. Yet she was not good enough. Wasn't good enough for him. She had given him her heart and he had crushed it. Had she not been faithful? Showed him nothing but loyalty? Yet it was never enough. She gave him her love...and he rejected it...no, he didn't understand it. He tossed the word love around like it was a child's play toy. Breaking hearts and destroying lives...all for his sick satisfaction...the same sick satisfaction that made her lust for him...yet now, she was the victim.
Her eyes came to rest on the half empty bottle of pill that lay before her. Her ceiling fan making methodical hums as it rotated around. The slight gusts of air blowing single strands of hair in front of her now dimming emerald eyes. Her skin was cold. Yet her tank top and shorts were plastered to frame. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin. Nothing. No emotion. No tears. Closure. Pure closure. She had been enslaved to this life for long enough. Been a slave to pain...to disappointment and let down. Being let down...worst of all. Though she did well hiding behind her intellect and Queenly output. Her greatest fear had always been being let down. But no one had let her down...She had let herself down. Maybe her parents were right, without them she was nothing. No...they were right. She was nothing, she had no one, no friends, no lovers, only enemies. Enemies...even sometimes it seemed they cared more, but they only cared to find weakness. Something she was full of.
The bottle...still remained in front of her...only a forth of the way full now. Dayna's shivers began. The sweat had frozen itself to her like icing on a cake. Power...something she had most desired...yet, she never truly had power over her own life...she was just a pawn in his game...A weak slender pale hand reached out for the bottle...almost done...Everything was almost done...this was almost over...