Post by Malice on Jan 4, 2012 17:35:18 GMT -6
I happened upon these today, and being as I don't have a whole lot of Malice on this board, I figured I might as well show her some love.
Year: Two. Month: Unknown
I am never getting out.
S n a p
The wooden pencil shattered in her clutch. Green-gold eyes stared down at the blood-stained page, widened in their miserable rage.
Blood melted into the paper and dripped onto the wooden shards.
Never getting out...
Never getting...
...Never....
“Out.” Her lips formed the word, air pushing through her lungs, forcing it to take shape in the empty ambiance of her cell.
Her eyes unfocused.
Anger unlike none she had ever known.
It burst through her veins like earth-shattering supernovas. Teeth gritted. Nails punctured skin.
Adrenaline kicked into high-gear.
Her arms lashed out, sweeping over her desk. Every object in their way sailed through the air, clattering into the walls and on the ground.
Her hands clenched on the edge of the desk, breathing ragged.
Out. Out.
She wanted freedom.
….never.
With a scream, she yanked the desk up, slamming it into the wall with every bit of strength she could muster. The chair followed after.
She overturned her bed, splintered her mirror, ripped the sink from the wall.
Destroyed what little she was able to.
Minutes later she stood in the center of the aftermath, limbs quivering, blood trailing over skin, tears rolling down her face, eyes locked on the hell she'd made.
They would come for her soon.
She tilted her head back, long, matted tendrils of dark, dark hair trailing down her spine, racking shivers up her arms.
All she could do was smile.
Smile that Cheshire smile.
Oh great Spirit, hear my song.
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Year: Two. Month: Unknown
I am never getting out.
S n a p
The wooden pencil shattered in her clutch. Green-gold eyes stared down at the blood-stained page, widened in their miserable rage.
Blood melted into the paper and dripped onto the wooden shards.
Never getting out...
Never getting...
...Never....
“Out.” Her lips formed the word, air pushing through her lungs, forcing it to take shape in the empty ambiance of her cell.
Her eyes unfocused.
Anger unlike none she had ever known.
It burst through her veins like earth-shattering supernovas. Teeth gritted. Nails punctured skin.
Adrenaline kicked into high-gear.
Her arms lashed out, sweeping over her desk. Every object in their way sailed through the air, clattering into the walls and on the ground.
Her hands clenched on the edge of the desk, breathing ragged.
Out. Out.
She wanted freedom.
….never.
With a scream, she yanked the desk up, slamming it into the wall with every bit of strength she could muster. The chair followed after.
She overturned her bed, splintered her mirror, ripped the sink from the wall.
Destroyed what little she was able to.
Minutes later she stood in the center of the aftermath, limbs quivering, blood trailing over skin, tears rolling down her face, eyes locked on the hell she'd made.
They would come for her soon.
She tilted her head back, long, matted tendrils of dark, dark hair trailing down her spine, racking shivers up her arms.
All she could do was smile.
Smile that Cheshire smile.
Oh great Spirit, hear my song.