Post by Sakuris on Aug 21, 2005 20:53:09 GMT -5
A total work in progress, so ill start with part of the first chapter, tell me if you find anything wrong with it, a stroy wrote under scrutiny is a better story at the end.
This story contains some scenes of gore and blood, please dont read if you are of a nervous disposition.
Chapter 1
Stephen sat at the end of his bed, a thin line of blood trickling down the paleness of his skin to fall from the fingertips, staining both his nails and the cold laminate flooring of his bedroom, In his hand he held the reason of the cut, a small razor blade that he held tightly between his fingers, the cause of his pain, but also the cure. His eyes glistened with moisture, almost aching to burst forth wit the salty tears that awaited the gates of his emotion to open, he had done it again, and hadn't even realised, he never did.
Everytime his feelings got the better of him he would simply sink, sink ito the own dark world of his mind, trapped behind the constraints of his own mortalitly, not free to roam as he wished, it had gotten to the stage he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, because everytime he did it wasn't him staring back, it was this person he hid behind, the facade he showed to the world not the broken down person inside.
It was whenever he felt like this that he would cut himself, his problems becoming lost in a sea of blood and tears, the pain in his arm slicing the the pain in his mind, and for that brief second freeing him of all thought.
The gates of course suddenly opened, and from his eyes came heavy tears that mixed with the blood on his arm, the razor blade fell silently onto the quilt and his now free hand came to rest upon his forehead, loud sobs escaping his throat. He now realised what he had done, realised that again he had left a mark, one that would always be there, one that would remin him always of the pain he felt right now, and for it he hated himself.
His thoughts now came thick and fast, ''it wasn't his fault, it wasn't him it was them, his family, his so called firends, theywere the ones who made him do this, they were the ones who caused him pain and ridicule, and they were the ones who forever held the blade to his skin''
This story contains some scenes of gore and blood, please dont read if you are of a nervous disposition.
Chapter 1
Stephen sat at the end of his bed, a thin line of blood trickling down the paleness of his skin to fall from the fingertips, staining both his nails and the cold laminate flooring of his bedroom, In his hand he held the reason of the cut, a small razor blade that he held tightly between his fingers, the cause of his pain, but also the cure. His eyes glistened with moisture, almost aching to burst forth wit the salty tears that awaited the gates of his emotion to open, he had done it again, and hadn't even realised, he never did.
Everytime his feelings got the better of him he would simply sink, sink ito the own dark world of his mind, trapped behind the constraints of his own mortalitly, not free to roam as he wished, it had gotten to the stage he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, because everytime he did it wasn't him staring back, it was this person he hid behind, the facade he showed to the world not the broken down person inside.
It was whenever he felt like this that he would cut himself, his problems becoming lost in a sea of blood and tears, the pain in his arm slicing the the pain in his mind, and for that brief second freeing him of all thought.
The gates of course suddenly opened, and from his eyes came heavy tears that mixed with the blood on his arm, the razor blade fell silently onto the quilt and his now free hand came to rest upon his forehead, loud sobs escaping his throat. He now realised what he had done, realised that again he had left a mark, one that would always be there, one that would remin him always of the pain he felt right now, and for it he hated himself.
His thoughts now came thick and fast, ''it wasn't his fault, it wasn't him it was them, his family, his so called firends, theywere the ones who made him do this, they were the ones who caused him pain and ridicule, and they were the ones who forever held the blade to his skin''