Drabble: Pain
So I was sitting here angsting over what to write for stilettocamp last night. So I asked the boys who were here for prompts. The prompts they gave are the first four words under the cut. The rest is mine, minus what's in italics.
Title: Pain
Fandom: X-Men, Rogue
Rated: R for graphic descriptions.
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of physical violence. Only not really.
Word Count: 155
Pain, accident, insurance, internal
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
The accident hadn't really been the beginning. Everyone thought it had, but the accident had just accelerated what was already going on. It had started with biting her hand.
Simple. Made the world clear up with that sharp pain. For a while anyway.
She knew she kept things internalized. Never sharing what she was going through.
Metal reminded her too much of him, so she skipped razors and cutting.
She knew she should share. Talk with anyone. But she couldn't do it.
She bought a flogger. The multiple lashes made the world clear again. Let her think again.
Even when she tried she only came to the conclusion that everyone would think she was insane.
She found someone who would hit her. He did it on a daily basis. But probably not in the good way, if there was one.
When she finally did try to tell someone, it was too late.
He killed her.
Title: Pain
Fandom: X-Men, Rogue
Rated: R for graphic descriptions.
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of physical violence. Only not really.
Word Count: 155
Pain, accident, insurance, internal
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
The accident hadn't really been the beginning. Everyone thought it had, but the accident had just accelerated what was already going on. It had started with biting her hand.
Simple. Made the world clear up with that sharp pain. For a while anyway.
She knew she kept things internalized. Never sharing what she was going through.
Metal reminded her too much of him, so she skipped razors and cutting.
She knew she should share. Talk with anyone. But she couldn't do it.
She bought a flogger. The multiple lashes made the world clear again. Let her think again.
Even when she tried she only came to the conclusion that everyone would think she was insane.
She found someone who would hit her. He did it on a daily basis. But probably not in the good way, if there was one.
When she finally did try to tell someone, it was too late.
He killed her.