story

Can I tell you a story?
It might creep into your bones,
settle in, and never leave.
It might take your breath,
steal it and run off into the night.
Are you ready?

There was this girl,
you see, and she'd just moved.
A new start, she said, believed.
And for a while, it was.
She fell with the in crowd
with all their parties
and boys and fun.
She wore the right things
and said the right things
and it was perfect.

But then, she did something
wrong. She slipped up,
made a mistake, said
the wrong things.
She fell away. Those people
she once called friends,
they made her life hell.

One day, she couldn't take it
anymore. She went home
and found a knife.
She tore herself open,
and poured herself out.
All of her bled out of her,
all of her left.
She was just a shell of
a girl, empty and
wanting.
And that's the end.

Now, didn't that scare you?
Isn't that the scariest thing
you've ever heard?
Is your breath catching?
No? Are you reaching inside,
to see if you're empty,
too?
Good. That's what it's like.