::: Solitude :::
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gnutmegTitle: Solitude
Author: nutmeg kawano
Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: My own work. Fuck off.
Warnings: Violence. Implied murder.
Summary: Somewhat dark and morbid. Won't ruin it for you.
Note: Short, bitter, STFU.
She stared blankly at the tiled floor. The many shades of grey, blue and green twisting and merging into one ghastly apparition in her vision.
No one. There is no one else in the house. No movement, nothing.
Silence.
They were gone. Those loud, violent people. The ones that hurt her, pushed her. Made her cry.
"You stupid little whore! Can't you do anything right?"
"Daddy, please, daddy, no! I-!"
She never got to finish that sentence. Never. Every time she was silenced with a firm slap. The insides of her cheeks were a criss-cross of scars from all the times the force of it cause her teeth to cut.
She moved to the sink and poured a glass of water. She rinsed her mouth and spat. For once the water was clear. No blood.
She looked at her reflection's dark eyes and pndered this for a time before coming to the realization of what had passed.
"He's gone."
She moved back to the corner where she had been crouching earlier and picked up the knife she had left there.
The blood had nearly dried.
Author: nutmeg kawano
Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: My own work. Fuck off.
Warnings: Violence. Implied murder.
Summary: Somewhat dark and morbid. Won't ruin it for you.
Note: Short, bitter, STFU.
She stared blankly at the tiled floor. The many shades of grey, blue and green twisting and merging into one ghastly apparition in her vision.
No one. There is no one else in the house. No movement, nothing.
Silence.
They were gone. Those loud, violent people. The ones that hurt her, pushed her. Made her cry.
"You stupid little whore! Can't you do anything right?"
"Daddy, please, daddy, no! I-!"
She never got to finish that sentence. Never. Every time she was silenced with a firm slap. The insides of her cheeks were a criss-cross of scars from all the times the force of it cause her teeth to cut.
She moved to the sink and poured a glass of water. She rinsed her mouth and spat. For once the water was clear. No blood.
She looked at her reflection's dark eyes and pndered this for a time before coming to the realization of what had passed.
"He's gone."
She moved back to the corner where she had been crouching earlier and picked up the knife she had left there.
The blood had nearly dried.
