I looked around the earth above me. My nails were caked in it. I could barely see, but as i looked at myself, I saw i was decaying beautifuly, my ribs were showing through the ridiculous white dress I was wearing. I knew I was dead, yet I didn't. It was like waking up from a nightmare, the kind in which you can feel everything you do, feel all the pain. I inhaled, or rather, I tried and failed. And I remembered.
Tipping the pills into my mouth, cutting open my wrists. The words...her words...tearing through my like a simple piece of paper. I am dead. I hope Molly is happy. I was laid with the worms because of her words....strange how far a school girl crush can go...
I shook the feeling of dreaming off and took a step. I was stiff. Of course I was, I'm dead! Dead. I know I am, but it still surprised me.
The feeling, the knowledge that no matter how much i loved death, my lover, my enemy, she brought me back. Why am I back? Why can't I go to Hell like I was suposed to? Why?
 AnnieAnachronism · Wed Jul 22, 2009 @ 06:58am · 0 Comments |
