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May challenge
Title: Eternal Bleeding Cherry
Theme: Sickness/Sadness
Length: About 1000
Fandom: Original
Genre: WangstDrama,Dark
Comment: Er… If you don’t like wangst, I suggest you not read.
It helps if you read it out loud in your head. :3
Life is like a pot of clean water.
Adding boiling heat of pain,
Adding different ingredients,
One can only wonder how the outcome will be.
If you put in an egg, it’ll harden.
If you put in a carrot, it’ll soften.
If you put in a spoonful of coffee, it’ll change into something fragrant.
What ingredient is this oppressed feeling?
This suffocation is rotting me from the inside.
This suppressed, stifling sob, how does this affect the water of my life?
Somebody, please turn off the heat.
Please, take me awawy….
…
“Boring”
He closes door as she speaks.
They’re in a room with a mirrored wall.
The room is white.
White wall, white curtains, white bed, maddeningly clean room is soiled only with the unbalancing colour of brown desk.
To that abnormality, he walks, drawing a diagonal line, stumbling, then sits down at the desk dropping his weight.
He ignores her completely, who is slumped by the mirror, like an exhausted mammal.
The clock wails yet again, fifteen minutes before it strikes actual time.
Three times.
3 A.M
From the living room, comes the sound of snow on TV screen that’s been left alone.
Listening to that irregular electric noise, in the darkness she remains unmoving.
She stays motionlessly only absorbing the dead light from the TV and the blue beams of the cold moon.
Just like a flower, about to wither.
Again, he writes, his pencil scratching.
Continuing silence, insanely heavy weight, and this suffocating SILENCE.
She shivers a little at a cold breeze coming from the creak of the window.
Am I still alive? The being called I?
The muscles strangled and tangled like electric cords; fat that’s scattered across like the half chewed meat; covering the disgusting sight of it all, the white white skin that reminds of marble. It’s still sickeningly smooth and soft-but to her, it’s no more than a chunk of meat. Raising this ‘object’, once again she speaks as if she’s talking to herself.
Balanced only against the mirror.
“Boring”
The reflection of him in the mirror turns on the music.
Not looking in her direction.
It wasn’t like t his.
It wasn’t like this from the start.
…
She met him when she was still young.
They loved, and he passionately wooed her.
She married him, like a trusting puppy, naïve.
Believing she knew every side of her beloved.
He’d be able to make me happy. I’ll finally get a happy ending.
He won’t make me suffer- like the shadow of hateful father.
For he loves me so-
For he loves me this much so…
…
It was only a split second,
That took him to realize what happened.
On that blessed day of honey moon.
The pink candles, and in between the red curtains that promise undying love, the soft, fluffy white bed. On it, she drank bloody-red whine, she drank.
Then she felt her stomach upturning.
Her belly was…swollen.
In between streams of tears she told him everything.
The black and red wall,that snake like gaze that animal had.
Shush, she wanted to forget.
Shush, she wanted to forget the nightmare of that night.
Shush, and it would’ve been possible-
since the attacker died.
…
She was sure he would understand.
Naïve, she told him everything.
Pain, Guilt, Anger, Embrassment, Face, Desire, Tears, Face, FACE. AH- The face that smiled the most disgusting sneer.
She was too naïve.
He left her crying, not even giving her something to cover herself with, only holding a pack of cigarette in his hand.
Looking at the white smoke scattering, in between the tumbling tears that blocks her view white, holding onto barrier of the window turning white from the breath, she truly felt lonely.
He she knew, died that night.
…
Like ‘daddy’, it was better to be beaten like a dog after a night of drink.
If she gets hit, the wound throbs so she’d at least feel alive.
Though he may yell, he gave her something to hold onto. An interest.
‘HE’-unlike her father-had strong pride.
‘SHE’-wasn’t discarded.
…
“Boring”
She repeated.
Like a broken record, that continues playing until it breaks down.
There are no more tears to cry.
Fire in the chest has became weight over her throat, aand it has turned into the ice-peak that already punctured her heart.
For a moment, she turns her gaze towards the white bookshelf.
Framed in a moment, she was smiling, with him.
Where is the man she loved?
Warm and accepting, the man that felt like deep ocean to her-
Though he didn’t say much, he was a person that was a comfort for just “being there.”
Who is it that she loved?
..
The mirror has broken.
…
Understand me.
Love me.
Take me away.
Away…
Qualification? Me? Qualification? Me? Qualification? ME?
Dirty, Soiled, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
I BLEED FOR YOU. Bullshit, WHORE,Bitch, Insane,CUNT,SHUT UP,
Respect, What respect, The hospital, the PILLS, Death,
He died, he died, he died, he died, are you alive, he died.
I BLEED FOR YOU, Sadness, yelling, scolding, screaming, attention, more, MORE-
Tears, rape, tears, kiss, Tears, a smile, the cruelty.
The pain, the pain, thePain, ThEPain, the PAIN, PAIN
IBLEEDPAIN,PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN.
DEATH…
KILL ME, SAVE ME, HOLD MY HAND..
…
Let me live…
…
The music box spits out a tune, and on top of the box, a couple dances, kissing one another.
Just like the ceramic doll placed by the window, she sits still.
Her stomach is now empty.
It had dropped ‘it’ that wasn’t even moving.
…
Pat pat. Carelessly, she slaps her stomach, like touching some other entity.
“Boring.”
Title: Eternal Bleeding Cherry
Theme: Sickness/Sadness
Length: About 1000
Fandom: Original
Genre: WangstDrama,Dark
Comment: Er… If you don’t like wangst, I suggest you not read.
It helps if you read it out loud in your head. :3
Life is like a pot of clean water.
Adding boiling heat of pain,
Adding different ingredients,
One can only wonder how the outcome will be.
If you put in an egg, it’ll harden.
If you put in a carrot, it’ll soften.
If you put in a spoonful of coffee, it’ll change into something fragrant.
What ingredient is this oppressed feeling?
This suffocation is rotting me from the inside.
This suppressed, stifling sob, how does this affect the water of my life?
Somebody, please turn off the heat.
Please, take me awawy….
…
“Boring”
He closes door as she speaks.
They’re in a room with a mirrored wall.
The room is white.
White wall, white curtains, white bed, maddeningly clean room is soiled only with the unbalancing colour of brown desk.
To that abnormality, he walks, drawing a diagonal line, stumbling, then sits down at the desk dropping his weight.
He ignores her completely, who is slumped by the mirror, like an exhausted mammal.
The clock wails yet again, fifteen minutes before it strikes actual time.
Three times.
3 A.M
From the living room, comes the sound of snow on TV screen that’s been left alone.
Listening to that irregular electric noise, in the darkness she remains unmoving.
She stays motionlessly only absorbing the dead light from the TV and the blue beams of the cold moon.
Just like a flower, about to wither.
Again, he writes, his pencil scratching.
Continuing silence, insanely heavy weight, and this suffocating SILENCE.
She shivers a little at a cold breeze coming from the creak of the window.
Am I still alive? The being called I?
The muscles strangled and tangled like electric cords; fat that’s scattered across like the half chewed meat; covering the disgusting sight of it all, the white white skin that reminds of marble. It’s still sickeningly smooth and soft-but to her, it’s no more than a chunk of meat. Raising this ‘object’, once again she speaks as if she’s talking to herself.
Balanced only against the mirror.
“Boring”
The reflection of him in the mirror turns on the music.
Not looking in her direction.
It wasn’t like t his.
It wasn’t like this from the start.
…
She met him when she was still young.
They loved, and he passionately wooed her.
She married him, like a trusting puppy, naïve.
Believing she knew every side of her beloved.
He’d be able to make me happy. I’ll finally get a happy ending.
He won’t make me suffer- like the shadow of hateful father.
For he loves me so-
For he loves me this much so…
…
It was only a split second,
That took him to realize what happened.
On that blessed day of honey moon.
The pink candles, and in between the red curtains that promise undying love, the soft, fluffy white bed. On it, she drank bloody-red whine, she drank.
Then she felt her stomach upturning.
Her belly was…swollen.
In between streams of tears she told him everything.
The black and red wall,that snake like gaze that animal had.
Shush, she wanted to forget.
Shush, she wanted to forget the nightmare of that night.
Shush, and it would’ve been possible-
since the attacker died.
…
She was sure he would understand.
Naïve, she told him everything.
Pain, Guilt, Anger, Embrassment, Face, Desire, Tears, Face, FACE. AH- The face that smiled the most disgusting sneer.
She was too naïve.
He left her crying, not even giving her something to cover herself with, only holding a pack of cigarette in his hand.
Looking at the white smoke scattering, in between the tumbling tears that blocks her view white, holding onto barrier of the window turning white from the breath, she truly felt lonely.
He she knew, died that night.
…
Like ‘daddy’, it was better to be beaten like a dog after a night of drink.
If she gets hit, the wound throbs so she’d at least feel alive.
Though he may yell, he gave her something to hold onto. An interest.
‘HE’-unlike her father-had strong pride.
‘SHE’-wasn’t discarded.
…
“Boring”
She repeated.
Like a broken record, that continues playing until it breaks down.
There are no more tears to cry.
Fire in the chest has became weight over her throat, aand it has turned into the ice-peak that already punctured her heart.
For a moment, she turns her gaze towards the white bookshelf.
Framed in a moment, she was smiling, with him.
Where is the man she loved?
Warm and accepting, the man that felt like deep ocean to her-
Though he didn’t say much, he was a person that was a comfort for just “being there.”
Who is it that she loved?
..
The mirror has broken.
…
Understand me.
Love me.
Take me away.
Away…
Qualification? Me? Qualification? Me? Qualification? ME?
Dirty, Soiled, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
I BLEED FOR YOU. Bullshit, WHORE,Bitch, Insane,CUNT,SHUT UP,
Respect, What respect, The hospital, the PILLS, Death,
He died, he died, he died, he died, are you alive, he died.
I BLEED FOR YOU, Sadness, yelling, scolding, screaming, attention, more, MORE-
Tears, rape, tears, kiss, Tears, a smile, the cruelty.
The pain, the pain, thePain, ThEPain, the PAIN, PAIN
IBLEEDPAIN,PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN.
DEATH…
KILL ME, SAVE ME, HOLD MY HAND..
…
Let me live…
…
The music box spits out a tune, and on top of the box, a couple dances, kissing one another.
Just like the ceramic doll placed by the window, she sits still.
Her stomach is now empty.
It had dropped ‘it’ that wasn’t even moving.
…
Pat pat. Carelessly, she slaps her stomach, like touching some other entity.
“Boring.”