Teenage girl who writes because she doesn't talk.
"Now can I see your pain, I'm sorry. Goodbye." My voice broke. "But - You can't do this. No, baby. Please. I fucking swear I care!" The tears where running freely. I muffled a sob, trying to keep...
In the white room the old blood stains are evident. Faded to an almost grey, but evident none the less. I look you in the eyes. I see fear, over whelming fear, in yours. You search my eyes for fear.
Morning Star, Son of Dawn, so high in the sky. So close to the top, but never close enough.
Her eyes were so perfect, so pure, so serene. Like the sea on a clear, calm day. Not grey, not green but that perfect water blue that you can only find on certain days.
Can you do it. Can you really look me in the eyes and say those words, the ones that would break me. Can you, my closest friend, do that to me.