Brianna lays here dreaming, thinking up things that nobody should think of. the ever lasting sweet pain that had became the life giving medication, the highlight of her pitiful existance. in love with someone she would never have, words where etched into her mind, voices outside her window pane, three stories up.
her lovers voice followed her, she carried it in her head wherever she went.
unfortuanatly, her lover had a girl of his own. Brianna coutioned her, warned her off into the night, away from the man that they both where forced to share. when the girl stayed, brianna had no other choice but to hunt and slaughter her prey. she carved the words, “love played me for a fool” across her naked back and relished in the way her own dieing heartbeat killed her, driving the blood from her body.
then she paid her lover a visit, carving the simple yet complex word “love” apon his stomach. she found comfort in his dirty clothes and him laying on the bed passed out from the pain. rising, she kisses him, and returning to the stack of unwashed clothes she reaches out to compleate and exceed her earlier dreams, but as she thinks of them again, the voice inside her very being is gone, and knowing that she is now without everything, she herself submits to the darkness.