A Sad Story

(As the writing is cathartic, I put it onto the page and out of myself instead of allowing it to remain swallowed and consuming. Just a story I'm working on to express emotions. No idea where it's coming from, so don't ask me. - DISCLAIMER: This is very dark. So if you're squeamish or worry easily, don't read it.)

She was still and quiet, numbed as she stared out at the nothing outside her window. Tears made jagged trails on pale cheeks. Wounds stung and wept on her fragile skin. Scars etched her body as much as her soul. And for a moment, she bowed her head, pressed a hand to her dark-painted eyes and her throbbing brow. It felt as though her heart wept bloody tears stinging the open wounds as they ran down. Closing her eyes momentarily to attempt to swallow the despair, her limbs and skin tingling with electric tension, a tremor ran through her and she gasped for breath.

...There is no tomorrow, no today, only empty echoes of yesterday...

And she, alone, would howl in this night. And face its terrors and temptations alone... The aching emptiness within her throbbed like a living pulse and she could feel the scream tearing at her throat, but she pressed it, forced it, built the pressure in her being until her whole body trembled and she threw back her head and screamed. Her scream tore into the silence of the night, yet she knew no one could hear, no one could see. After a time, the scream became inane, nonsensical laughter even as the tears continued to fall. Laughter mixed with sobs, both beginning to choke her as they fought to escape her throat and stole away her breath. She began to cough, unable to speak or breathe around the physical emotion pouring out of her. Doubling over, she coughed and retched until she felt her stomach muscles tightening and cramping. Falling to her hands and knees, she pressed one arm to her abdomen desperate for the pain to end.