DISCLAIMER: I own every character in this story. Not that there are many but I claim them as my own.
CHALLENGE: Written as part of the 1001 Nights Challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
The End
By Meghan
It was strange. The feeling of cold steel against warm skin. It wasn't something that I'd ever felt before. I hadn't been that one kind of teenager that cut themselves. Though I understood the urge to do so. I had problems growing up. My household life was far from perfect. My family the complete opposite than the types you saw on television. My adult life wasn't much better than my childhood. Except with growing up came all the responsibilities of becoming an adult. My life was good, several times in my life. I realize that now, as the blade's chill warms with the warmth from my blood.
*When did it get so cold?*
I had love, several times in my life. I have love in my life now. She's the woman I've always dreamed of spending the rest of my life with. And for some unknown reason she loves me and wants the same thing I do. A life together. With her I found another family willing to take me in, no matter what my faults. None of that seems to matter now. Not now. Not as I fall to my knees and watch, with darkening eyes, the blade, once of cold steel, fall to the ground coated in my blood. Today had been such a nice day; A deliciously warm spring day. Now as my eyes dim and my hands are covered in warmth, as I push them against my stomach, the days become gloomy. I hear someone screaming and I'm hard pressed to look to my right.
*When did I lie down?*
I hear her voice talking to me and I attempt to open my eyes and look at her. She'd been so scared before. When we were pulled into the alleyway. She had been so scared. Her hand had gripped mine like a vice. She'd begged me not to let her hand go but I needed to give the man his money. That's when it happened. That's when I felt it. The cold steel rip through my skin like it was nothing but tissue paper. That's when the pickpocket became a murderer. That's when the steel became warm and I became cold. That's when it ended. No second chances, no miracle recover. Just…the end.
The End