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Purge

To purge, to expel impurities from something…or someone, her covered body was a clue in itself. She didn’t bleed…she purged. Unhappy with herself in many ways.

She looked upon pictures, people with long blonde or brown or red hair, normal skin, tanned, or dark, their normal bright eyes, their beautiful bodies…and then she looked upon herself, grey skin, short black hair, dull dark eyes, and to her, her disgusting body. She thought that her disgusting soul made her disgusting in all ways. She didn’t notice her beauty anymore; Her friends doubted she even saw what everyone else saw anymore.

If we were to look through her eyes you’d see rough grey dirty skin, and no matter how hard she scrubbed it clean it would never rub off, she’d rub so hard it would turn red, skin would start to peel but all she can see is the dirt pilling up. She thinks her body is disproportioned and ugly, not seeing her perfect curves, only the fat oozing. Her hair to her is greasy and lank, and her eyes are red, and full of impurity. She wants to rid herself of the ugliness, trying to at least get rid of the fat.

Her hulking sweater was abandoned on the bathroom floor, tears fall down her cheeks as she kneels in front of the toilet, her mouth feels sore, and hot, she can’t do it again…she looks down at herself, her ugly body stares back at her, leering at her. Screaming with impurity

She takes a deep breath and grips the toilet with one hand, the other hand wipes a strand of greasy hair away from her face, and it then mouths towards her mouth. Two fingers are pushed to the back of her throat, she retches, her eyes widening as she feels the bile rise. The stomach acid burns in her; she removes her hand and squeezed her eyes shut as she purged herself…again

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More up soon. This is sort of what I planned to do with blinded by pain, but I'm just going to snipets from the two characters I had planned. I hope you enjoy.

powerful. loved it carly

The PERFECT weapon

A Razor...

The Perfect Weapon...

Why?

You only need one.

Who was that insane person who had told her such words? A person who was in the same position as her. They had been ripped apart, they'd been made to feel things that should not even be possible, such pain that should never be forced upon one mere child...and yet she lived with it every day...

She then felt him run his hands along her body in a manner she did not like at all, she struggled harder so he pushed her shoulders down and held her there, she stopped struggling in fear of him, so he ran his fingers along her body again, she shut her eyes in disgust and anger, she then screamed harder and louder than ever before as he ripped her small gown off her small body, he wouldn’t open her eyes, so she didn’t see what he did next, she could only scream and cry as he tore her innocence apart.

She'd cried...she'd cried so damn hard, she wanted to scream JUST so someone, anyone! Could understand the agony she was experiencing...she wanted someone to just end it, she wanted to end it, it wasn't fair.

She heard breathing from the room next to hers, she heard them whisper something to her, and she didn’t hear exactly what they said so she crawled to the wall and listened.

“Are you alright?” She called softly as to not alert him.

“Yeah…just excited.” They muttered back. She frowned.

“What is there to be excited about?”

“I found something…something great.” They whispered through the thin wall.

“Oh?” She replied now curious.

“Yeah…it’s a razor.”

“Why is that good? Razors can harm you.” She whispered.

“That’s the point, it’s the perfect weapon.” They chuckled softly to themselves. “You only need one.” They then started to laugh again, only louder and more hysterical, feeling slightly scared she scooted away from the wall, curled up in a ball again and laid her head on the floor. The door opened and her eyes flew open as she smelt the familiar scent of him, she curled up tighter, hugging her knees desperately, she wanted to disappear, she needed to fade.

“Hey little girl.” He hissed, she flinched at the sound of his voice, she felt his footsteps vibrate on the floor, she scooted nearer the wall in desperation, she wished for the floor to swallow her up desperately. She turned her body over with his foot and she scrambled away from him as fast as she could, she wish now more than ever she could fly away, her emotions too dark to feel.

He approached her so she backed up until she hit the wall, terrified as she approached. “Leave me alone!”

Sometimes...alot of the time. Life isn't fair, there is evil that some people are never touched or tainted by, others are drowned in it. They can't breath, their body struggles and their souls cry out but it'll only make the evil happier to tear the soul away. They want to break you in ways that you'll remember for the rest of your life.

And she was one of them.

This is the second character, well really its the main one but okay.

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poweful beyond belief this was wonderful!

loved it!! It reminds me of sort of a dark version of Louis Sachar, because of the way there are two characters who's stories will somehow blend together. You don't really know how, but you know they will.

Her mind was going to fast for her to catch, trains of thought zoomed past her, not letting her understand their words. She was afraid, so frustrated, too many emotions were flying around her, fear, anger, and despair all hit each other. Slowly she brought up her gaze, her face stained red from her bleeding wrists. She stood up slowly and walked to her dresser and removed her mirror, behind it was her sanctuary, her freedom, her curse, her escape. All these things lay in a single razor. It was perfect for how she was feeling now.

The perfect weapon

It was the perfect weapon, she learned that long ago.

For you only need one.

She held the small object in her thin fingers; they shook slightly in anticipation and in fear. She raised her still bleeding wrist, her breath coming out forced. Then with her back to the door, facing her mirror, her mirror reflecting her lust for the razor.

You only need one

Her teeth clenched as she slowly dragged the razor along her scared skin. She heard her already bleeding cuts burst open, more than before, her eyes shut tightly with the pain she ran it up to where her gloved ended, she then lifted the razor from her now red skin, blood poured freely as if fleeing from her in fear of more abuse of the razor.

The perfect weapon

She turned to the other arm, swapping the razor to the other hand, her muscles screamed in protest as she looked upon her other wrist in hunger, she took a faster swipe this time, and repeated the motion, her skin ripped open on command, skin that was still healing split easily, the cold pain shot through her body, and she threw her head back in protest of pain, she had to let it out, soon enough, she felt her fear leave, and she felt more bold.

Another swipe made sure the despair dripped onto her red floor, she took more swipes, eager for her anger to leave her in the most painful manner. She dropped to her knees, still cutting through her torn up skin, she gritted her teeth and felt her anger seep out.

So. Much. Anger.

She dropped her razor as it left her; she collapsed on to the floor dropping her razor as she fell. She thought she’d driven the fear away, she thought she’d chased away the despair, she thought her anger lay on the floor. When really…she’d only drowned them in pain.

Blinded by pain

She lifted her body from the floor so fast she hit her back on her dresser, tears were pouring down her face, wondering why she was even still alive she looked down at her wrists and found them covered by thick cloth, even though there was a little blood seeping through she knew she that she wasn’t going to die today, pushing down her slight disappointment. Slowly confusion settled in, who had done this? Who had found her and saved her from going to far, in confusion she looked around her room. Everything was in its usual place…apart form one thing.

She knew who it was, her thin…almost skeletal arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes black, her cheek bones were jutting out slightly, pushing at the skin, her pale lips were dry and chapped, her breathing shallow. The girl looked as though a good gust of wind would take her away. Oh she knew who it was; it was the only one who knew of her secret and vice versa.

One surrounded by blood and blinded by pain…

The other to busy expelling the impurities to do help…

Before you say anything!! I know fully well I'm messed up, no need to tell me <_<

Comments? Anyone...? ^^

PSSHHH who isnt messed up babe.

MORE no suspense it's evil LOL