Feeling alone? Feeling losts? Have no fear that's what friends are there for they'll pick you up when you're down and make you smile when you're sad.
Pfft. Yeah, right.
I pull out a few more tuffs of hair from my head and chew on them. My arm had stopped bleeding minuets ago otherwise I'd be lapping up the sweet necter that flowed from my vains.
'It's a shame.' I thought. 'That I can't stand to be by myself.'
I laughed, well I would have but I didn't want to have any attention drawn to me.
'And yet I can't stand to be around people.'
I went to pull at my hair again but stopped myself and instead reached for the scissors inside my pocket, opening them and running my finger along the edge.
'He was sitting right there I would have been so easy to just.' I dug the blade into my finger, they weren't sharp enough to draw any blood. My knife would though.
Her voice at the back of my head reminded me that I needed to calm down, I was calm though. Perfetly calm.
'Lacy.'
I shook my head.
'Fine.'
I laughed, mentally. It would be so fun to just see what he can take.
I sighed.
'Oh well.'
_ Lacy
YOU ARE READING
Falling Inside the Black
Short StoryShort stories about the things that go in inside my head and how I think. This is really just me venting my emotions so some of it might not make sence and be dark and morbid but some times there will be a few good times in here.
