angst meme.

i’ll generate a number to see what we get; #4.

        a piece of broken glass firm in her bleeding
        palm,   lacerating  open   wounds,   stinging throbbing of her
        undisclosed flesh  on  her  wrists;  spill  the  crimson  fluids
        down  from just  under the  crook  where her elbow connects.
        both arms drowned in the pool; eyes ineviatbly burning tears.

        optics stare without hope; her throat bubbling cracked wails,
        drip  after drip  finds their  way on her  palm to join the glass.
        the memories  where she’d lock herself in her bathroom, the
        moments where sadness turns into agony as one blade cross
        her  skin, blood trails after — the  burning  sensation crawling
        in  her veins. the  feeling she  had forgotten  once — what she
        w i s h e d to never have felt a g a i n after.

                  ( when she realises it all had came back to her. )

        footsteps  echo behind her  catch her off the  daze. her heavy
        breaths stuck  in her  throat, teeth  clench to  bite back  wails,
        before  hazels glance  over her shoulder — a wish she hadn’t
        wounds her chest. slowly; naomi turns towards gareth, brows
        unable to hide her t r u e feelings, r e l u c t a n t to speak.

        fingers  loose the glass, patching the  ground with her blood,
        her feet backing away cautiously — another hitched sob pass
        her lips.  what he going to do to her? should she run or STAND
        her ground?