The Beginning

It all started with a flick

The flame slowly dancing before me

I move it around the metal and count

1... 2... 3...

I hear a voice behind my door

But I am to focused to stop

8... 9... 10...

The song on my iPod continues to play

I begin to get consumed in the music

"Hold me close, don't let go..."
17... 18.. 19...

I remember everything

Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving

The words of what i feel reapeat in my head

Worthless, pathetic, a waste

26... 27... 28...

I let got of the button

Close my eyes

Burn the memory

It stays until it becomes numb.

It's not enough

I begin to do it once more

I throw the lighter to the ground.

My mom walks in and I pull down my sleave

The sting of the fabric against my skin

I hold my wrist as she tells me the good news.

Why can I feel so worthless and live this decent life?

I've had a lot of bad things happen

But I am over them.

My life is probably top 5 in the eyes of everyone.

Yet I sit here with hate.

In a mind I want to escape

I guess it's true.

When you are unblinded of the lies and see truth...

There is no escape

Reviews

[Justin]

you know how to tell a story very nice

[Joy Lynn]

Thank you! :)

[Simon Welsh]

Beautiful. You really paint a scene.

[Joy Lynn]

Thank you. :)

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

This reminds me of a short story I've read once, about a man who has to count in order to regain his memory, of course it has a horror twist. This is dark and moody, which is something that I enjoy reading. Keep up the good work.

[Joy Lynn]

Thank you c: I too enjoy reading dark and moody writting :3