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The more you know, the more you have to lie to yourself to survive.
The room was filled with an ominous silence that normally would have proven a comfort. Being alone was nothing new. Tonight however, it reminded her just how lonely and barren her warm heart had become. The bed had not been made in almost a week, and clothes had piled up covering the last open spaces of carpet in the crowded space.
Trinkets and delicate glass bottles adorned a vanity, rarely used. Jewelry boxes and stuffed animals placed in secret places were now visible, as they had been removed from hiding for viewing. Visible traces of an innocent girl lingered, yet the air in the room was completely lifeless.
She entered the hushed room drowsy, longing to drift to her bed and instantly fall asleep, but she knew she faced at least an hour of unrest. Sleep had not come easily the past few weeks. All that could be heard was the apparent ticking of a clock hanging on the wall above the nightstand. Glancing around the destruction and innocent vanity surrounding her bedframe, she stepped towards comfort.
"I hope these blue pills kick in soon enough," she thought to herself as she pulled the covers over her skin, red and inflamed. Her hands lay near her face, close enough to allow the scent of her fingertips to reach her senses. The smell of coffee beans and a metallic smell resembling blood reached her nose, and violently reminded her of her eminent vices. For the first time in her short life, not one human soul knew of anything going on inside her already secretive mind. A strange comfort, yet clearly frightening. Seductive.
The clock struck midnight, and she was reminded that she had to wake up early to live a life that would make many happy. Little do they know the eccentricities that commonly plague those living admirable lives in the eyes of others. The more you know, the more you have to lie to yourself to survive. Pain is often a reminder to those numbed by the trivialities that they're still alive...or those who feel too much emotion.
And thus the story begins....and will one day end.
I have no title. Just lines traced from my mind with a pencil.
The room was filled with an ominous silence that normally would have proven a comfort. Being alone was nothing new. Tonight however, it reminded her just how lonely and barren her warm heart had become. The bed had not been made in almost a week, and clothes had piled up covering the last open spaces of carpet in the crowded space.
Trinkets and delicate glass bottles adorned a vanity, rarely used. Jewelry boxes and stuffed animals placed in secret places were now visible, as they had been removed from hiding for viewing. Visible traces of an innocent girl lingered, yet the air in the room was completely lifeless.
She entered the hushed room drowsy, longing to drift to her bed and instantly fall asleep, but she knew she faced at least an hour of unrest. Sleep had not come easily the past few weeks. All that could be heard was the apparent ticking of a clock hanging on the wall above the nightstand. Glancing around the destruction and innocent vanity surrounding her bedframe, she stepped towards comfort.
"I hope these blue pills kick in soon enough," she thought to herself as she pulled the covers over her skin, red and inflamed. Her hands lay near her face, close enough to allow the scent of her fingertips to reach her senses. The smell of coffee beans and a metallic smell resembling blood reached her nose, and violently reminded her of her eminent vices. For the first time in her short life, not one human soul knew of anything going on inside her already secretive mind. A strange comfort, yet clearly frightening. Seductive.
The clock struck midnight, and she was reminded that she had to wake up early to live a life that would make many happy. Little do they know the eccentricities that commonly plague those living admirable lives in the eyes of others. The more you know, the more you have to lie to yourself to survive. Pain is often a reminder to those numbed by the trivialities that they're still alive...or those who feel too much emotion.
And thus the story begins....and will one day end.
I have no title. Just lines traced from my mind with a pencil.