A warm welcome to fellow 'Talkbacker' and our youngest contributor to date, Pixie, who's been itching to participate for a while now. Let's encourage her folks...
Swirls of Wonder
What would you do if I died tomorrow? Would you cry? Be happy? Would you even care?
In death, I wouldn’t have any hurt, any pain. I wouldn’t have to listen to your malicious words. I wouldn’t have to take your crap any longer. I would be happy. Free.
Do you realise, what I am going through boy? To you, tears are a sign of weakness. You frown upon me and my behaviour. You make my life a living hell.
Well I’m going to keep crying these tears. Tears of pain, as I notch another mark on my arm. It cries tears of red.
My eyes are mesmerised by the crimson swirls in the bath water. Diluting slowly, like my life, until it turns bland. My mind goes black as I make the notch deeper.
Then I remember...I don’t want to die. The truth would shatter my friend’s soul. My only friend. I promised to stay strong. Just for her.
I wonder what she would think when she logs in next time, only to find I never reply. Even when she gets back.
I wonder if that boy would be happy. Now I’m dead.
I’ve broken my promise. Shit.