losingitall

She stands with her back up against the tall tree watching the green leaves glide to the ground around her. In the background she could watch the sun set in reds and oranges, if she cared. It was beautiful.. but she didn't care. It did not move her any longer.

Memories flooded her mind and the wet tears streamed down her cheeks. In her hand reflected the orange of the blade. The tighter she gripped the steal the more it hurt. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore.

As she stared at the blades of grass under her feet she thought of the things that he said to her. The way he had looked at her the last time they had encountered one another. The more she conjured up the beautiful vision of his face the more it hurt, but she didn't care anymore. The pain would end soon.

Her head tilted up toward the clouds. She felt warmth fill her from the inside. She didn't bother wiping the tears away from her face. She looked over her shoulder at the house on the other side of the hill. What would they do with her body? She did not care. The pain was too great now.

She looked down at her plaid skirt, grays and blues. Her shoes, black mary janes. She had loved these clothes. She had loved so many things. But that was all before. She let all that go. She didnt care anymore. And as she prayed her last prayer she thrust the knife hard into her chest, trying to hit her heart.

She slid down the tall tree, crimson now staining her pretty skirt.

Goodbye.