So I started writing again, and i've decided to start writing a tragedy, and so i thought i would share it with the online world XD cause why not? Soo, I guess thanks for reading. And oh! please comment on anything about it, it would be appreciated. And any ideas for the next part would be cool too ^_^
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The sun is still setting, yet again. I shut my blinds and pull the first half of the curtain over the windows. Leaving one set of curtains showing, I peer out my window, yet again. Nothing abnormal, nothing out of place, no one peculiar, everything is all the same. Yet again today. One more day, I am all alone again.
I turn to my bed and lie down facing the ceiling, as I start to blank out into nothingness I sit up, determined not to go down yet. I sit there for a while and a blue light suddenly seeps through the blinds. I stand up to go over to the window, but as soon as I stood my vision blurred and blackened around the sides, I began to feel light headed and weak. I fell to the floor. I had only been out for a minute, as I check the clock beside me for the time someone knocks on my door. I stand back up carefully and sit back down. “Come in.” I say as a reply to the knock. The door opens and I see my mother there, standing and looking at me with confused eyes.
“Is that all you do anymore? Just sit down and blank out?” she said in quite a rude tone for a mother.
“no, sometimes I lye down in bed and blank out,” I say just to annoy her, “since its only me and you now, there's nothing to do.”
She just looks at me and shuts the door, no response, however you could tell from her eyes she was a bit pissed. Only a little though. I just sigh it off and grab my Mp3 player and press the 'shuffle' option. Which I then go to my door to lock it, and put a blanket stuffed underneath so no noise could get through. I proceeded to play my favorite french songs and dances around my room while cleaning it, quite a happy moment. Taking my little stuffed rabbit, covered in stitches with different colored thread all over, I lift it gently and carry it around with me as I proceed to clean. I opened my closet to put away my clothes and see my mirror. I suddenly am enraged with whats reflects and smash it, yet again. I realize what I have done and put my rabbit down on my bed, then proceed to clean all the shattered glass up.
“Ouch...” I said, looking down at my bleeding finger. I just sit there looking at it, eventually I started to suck on it to stop the bleeding. I stand up and throw the shattered mirror away. It was no use anyway to have a mirror, the reflection will just satisfy everyone around me, except for me. This thin, pale, 'pretty' body, as they say, should be kept well. But really, just looking at it makes me sick. I don't think I’m fat, and I don't think I’m not thin enough. I just get disgusted of the memories.
After the mirror is cleaned up I decided to call it a night, yet again I fall asleep on my side.
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