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Bwah. =)

Anna said that RoE was really good, and that I should write more stories. I'm bored anyway, so yeah, I think I will. ^^; I need a subject though, and I've writers-block. xD Bleh. This one's bad but I was totally mind-blank...

She stared into space, the bright colours of the toy carousel blurring as her eyes filled with tears. Why did it have to be her?
Her life was perfect to the casual observer. Wonderful, loving parents, a Christian home, a protective older brother. She even had most of the things girls dream of-a big, pretty room, a horse, a big farm. She had everything she wanted and more-an iPod, a cell phone, a personal computer, usually at least a bit of cash on-hand. Her friends were numerous and loyal, loving, and caring. She excelled in school and generally in life.

She lifted the pen and, satisfied, replaced the cap. Skimming over the poem, she smiled inwardly as she read the last line, "And won't you save me from this hell they call life?" It was perfect.
The cell phone on the desk next to her rang, and she paused to savor the ring tone-Linkin Park, her favourite. She flipped it open. Telemarketer. Disgusted, she closed it and sighed.
Now I'm bored.
She glanced around for something to occupy her. Her eyes fell on a Target gift card, a gift from her birthday that she'd never gotten around to using. She picked it up, bits of dirt sliding off it. On the front was a big, flowery design. Ugh. She flipped it over. Black and white. A big disclaimer and a long ID number.
pushing it away, she picked up the money on her desk and counted it again. Ten bucks. One-quarter of the money she'd gotten from selling her old clothes, but the rest she'd owed anyway. Flipping through it, she rearranged it so the faces were all facing up, and replaced it under the lamp.
One minute until bedtime. She signed again and closed her notebook, filled with sketches, names, and schedules for different things.

11:30. She smiled. Finally. She picked up her dagger and placed it on the chair as to not forget it. Pushing her chair backward, she exited to brush her teeth.

Upon her return, she discreetly picked up the knife, bid her family good-night, and ran up the stairs. Finally content, she satisfied herself by slicing her legs with the dagger, feeling the anger and resentment seep out with the blood.

Of course no one knew. It wasn't something she advertised. Hello, my name is Ana and I cut!! Please get me therapy and lectures now! Thank-you. Fact was, it was a complete secret but for the two people that could never tell, her friends from online. They'd pestered her and prodded her, but she wasn't going to tell anyone in this lifetime.

She gingerly blotted off the blood and laid down. It'd been a close call yesterday. She'd removed her jacket for a few moments and Dad had noticed the few cuts she kept on her arm. She brushed him off as being "Cat scratched me" and "Probably the horse, or something". She knew he suspected, so she had to refrain from slicing her arms, allowing the deepest wounds to heal, to her disgust. She compensated by cutting deeper on her legs. These were easy to conceal as she wasn't ever seen without jeans reaching at least to the floor.

Sighing deeply once more, she threw the blankets over her head and allowed sleep to overtake her, filling her with pleasant dreams of a life where everything wasn't perfect.
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He lurked right outside her window. She was an idiot, not to see him. He'd nearly advertised himself being there. Slowly unsheathing the gun from his belt, he stalked back into the shadows to wait.

posted by Kathryn at 5/02/2006 11:49:00 PM