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thank you to everyone who took the time to read it...i was just wondering what your thoughts where on it.I have some of the story on my computer and was wondering if people wanted to read more.So please leave a comment here or message me, also message me if you have ideas for it or just have an opinion i take all types of comments good, bad and in between.

You know that feeling you get as you run your fingers over the blade's edge? How your stomach clenches in disgust, anticipation and longing; butterflies seem to flutter in their avid search for the red liquid. 'If i press,I'll receive'. that simple thought repeated over and over again in your brain, a silent chant only meant for your ears and then....

"Maria?!" your mother's voice bounced off the walls of her room fixating on your ears that still ring with the sound of your quickened pulse.



"Snip." Red liquid spills staining the counter scarlet.

"Damn,damn,damn, damn"

mumbling inaudibly, cleaning up the spilled kool-aid.

A sigh escapes your full lips as you bring the cup up to your lips wishing it where something else. Dispelling the thought you rush to the safe haven of your room, closing the door behind you with a large sigh of relief.



The sound of bare feet filtered through the room,but somehow covered up by the wet sound of the blood pumping through your veins.The rich royal blue begging to meet with it's mate oxygen, to fuse into that iron filled red that comes with the sweet sensation of throbbing pain. but like all things it comes with a price one of addiction,blood loss and sickness, in worst cases even death. Every drop etched with life but looming with the fragile warning of death.



Sitting down, showing no form of comfort on the plush comforter you begin to write. Scribbling hoping to get rid of the feeling. your hands shake, skilled hands of an artisan fazed by desire. Yet butterflies still fluttered like knives against your organs refusing to be ignored.your pen drops with a small clank.



Running a long smoke colored nail,you tenderly scratch over your vain, the black and blue creating a beautiful contras. Smiling to your self you hum lightly a tune; the words where long forgotten but still familier enough to comfort. Mindlessly adding more pressure on your skin until a small moan escapes through your lips. Staring back you what you longed for is your prize.Cradling your thin wrist as if it where a small child you gaze at your own hatred and fear, within every drop is his DNA. The one who made you sick.



The one who made you do this who took your sanity and laughed as you tired to regain with no avail.but the girl longing for whats forbidden isn't a cause of his cruel mind game. No she is you, whether you like it or not."maria you disgusting whore". the voice in the back of your mind scoffed...Cleare your other half.



whipping away the last of the crimson tears,you leave no evidence behind for your mother to see. As far as she knows her child is happily watching a horror film. A wicked smile spreads as you grin at the sight of the girl on the screen devouring her own flesh and blood. Finding amusement and comfort you relax still longing or more of the sweet nectar. Closing your eyes you imagine the salty, metallic tasting liquid brush against your tongue and sliding down your throat. Pursing your lips into a frown "It's his fault" you say half heartedly.....but your the only one to blame and you know.