it was late at night when things got silent.
a mid aged woman's daughter, snook her moms bottle, the same bottle that sent her mom insane just earlier that night.
the girl drank gagging to the taste, and she kept drinking.
the bottle then became empty.
her world was blurry
just like her mind that night.
she was numb just like her heart,
it was like a dream to her.
she was chasing the butterflies the same way she would chase her dreams.
alive, and walking dead.
she went into the bathroom and looked up in a mirror were she saw nothing.
she felt worthless to herself so she sat on the floor, took out a razor and began taking it apart.
holding her blades hesitant and courageous, she began to hover over her wrists.
the sensation of release before the slicing through her fragile angelic skin.
she cut and it was deeper than what she could normally take.
she counted as the drops of her own blood spilled out, watching the life fading away from her right before her very eyes.
she started to loose count and began to look up at herself.
she waned to go back but it was already too late.
she fell to the ground before she could even scream her pain.
she dropped beneath the ground and kept sinking.
oh god where did she go...