SHORT: ALONE (SERIES: HER OWN PERSONAL HELL)

IMAN SITS NEXT TO THE EMPTY SHELL OF A MAN SHE ONCE CALLED HER LOVE.
HAVE YOU EVER SAT NEXT TO SOMEONE WHO ONCE COMPLETED YOU...AND NOW MAKES YOU FEEL MORE ALONE THAN YOU EVER HAVE BEFORE.THIS IS WHERE IMAN IS. SHE CAN'T TALK TO HIM...DOESN'T LOVE HIM, CAN'T STAND HIM... AND SHE HATES HERSELF MORE FOR ALL THOSE FACTS. INSTEAD OF TELLING HIM ANYTHING SHE KEEPS IT HIDDEN...CRIES HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT, AND BLANKLY TELLS HIM SHE LOVES HIM.

IMAN IS STUCK IN HER OWN PERSONAL HELL.

COWARDLY AND QUIETLY SHE LIVES HER LIFE, NOT KNOWING AN OUTLET. HE USED TO BE HER OUTLET...NOW HE'S HER REGRET...THE ONLY THING SHE REGRETS. IMAN GOES INTO HER KITCHEN...GRABS THE GIN, ICE, CUP, AND A KNIFE.
SHE POURS A DRINK AND WALKS TO THE LIVING ROOM. "YOU'RE GOIG TO NEED THIS..." SHE HANDS HIM THE DRINK. HE LOOKS UP AT HER WITH HIS BIG, BLUE CARING EYES...
SHE HOLDS THE KNIFE TO HER OWN THROAT AND SWIPES...A CLEAN SLIT ALL THE WAY ACROSS. HE SCREAMS AS SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR...HER BLOOD POOLING AT HIS FEET. HE WIMPERS OUT HER NAME.
A COWARD...SHE DIES.

-JI3

Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught

STRANGER.
PAGES.
FLAME.
MAKE IT UP.
SCARED.
AFRAID TO SEE.
RADIATE.
SMILING FOR ME.

Apocalypse Mind.

AS THE DARKNESS COMES AND GREY TAKES HER.
SHE SITS QUIETLY OBSERVING THE WORLD MELT...
IT MELTS SO SLOWLY, ALL THE COLORS BLEEDING TOGETHER...
SHE CRIES SOFTLY AS THE PAIN STARTS.
THE SLOW BURNING PAIN, THAT LASTS EVEN AFTER DEATH.
HER INSIDES SCREAM, AS HER BLANK STARE LAY...
FIXATED ON THE WORLD OUTSIDE OF HER BEDROOM WINDOW.
THE COLORS ARE MELTED NOW, INTO A POOL OF BLACKNESS ON THE GROUND.
AS EVERYTHING STAYS STATIONARY, WITH A LIFELESS GREY HUE.
SHES TAKEN OVER...HER BODY CANNOT MOVE. ITS GONE.
THIS IS THE END. SHE FEELS NO MORE... SEES NO MORE.
HER BODY FADES AND HER MIND DIES AWAY.
NO THOUGHTS ARE LEFT TO PULL AT...NO LOVE FELT.

GREY. GREY. GREY... COLOR NO MORE.

SECRETS UNFOLD

The bleeding of my heart.
The pain held close inside.
My worry seems to uproot.
It tells me secrets I can't bare to keep, stories I want to share.

I share.
I share. 
I share. 

I'm still alone, my bleeding heart still tells me things, sad sad things... Too sad to share, but I try. Again, again, again.

Alone I sit. In my room with all of my secrets unfolded... The laughing crowd around me... 
My head held low and legs dangling off the bed.

You sit at my feet, your warm hand tucked. Tucked neatly underneath your head. Which lay firmly on my lap. Your face soaked with tears, mine to match. Where did you come from? I don't know.

You look up to me and ask... "can I tell you a secret...?" 

I listen as your secrets unfold... Unfold all over my room, mixing with mine. We share it all. Tears. Laughter. Anger. We become one.... A finished puzzle. 

We laugh at the laughing crowd. Our secrets folded neatly in a corner for only us to see. 

Ours. Ours. Ours.

Chapter 5.... Tooth extraction

She's browsing the net. Looking up videos on her next step.
How-to, self help almost.

It's time.

She goes to her bedroom... Grabs the novacane syringes...
And proceeds to the bathroom.

She walks over to him. Smiles. Covers his eyes. She sticks two small plastic plates on either
Side of his mouth to prevent him biting down.
Then she grabs her first syringe and JABS it between the gum and tooth. he lets out a startled scream. then...she takes a second and numbs the area inches away from the first...to ensure the extraction is quick and painless. mostly...

Pliers.
Gauze.
Sorrow.
Regret.
Worry.
Begin.

she takes a breath and grabs his bottom jaw... pliers to number 6 canine. She pulls, as hard as possible for a hundred and fifteen pound woman.

The tooth comes out easy. Not a single slip of the wrist. She moves left a tooth...looks at her book and sees that its the #5 Premolar.

"okay lover...its going to start getting a little crazy...AND fast. Im going to start moving towards the back... you're going to feel a LITTLE more pressure with each tooth okay? Great!"

#4 Premolar
#3 Molar
#2 Molar

Now number one molar showed to be a little more tricky for Rosemary.
Taking a small hammer and ice pick.

CRACK!!!

She pulls out ONE piece, and then the other...

Side one of two complete.... She thinks to herself.




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Story update chapter 5

"i still love you"
she hears him mutter under his breath...

When did this get so hard...when did he change......when did she?
she oh so desperately love him.
where is it all now?
her brain is filled with so much clutter. grey matter.

Rosemary's confused.

Concentration

SHE SITS. BLADE IN HAND.
STOLEN FROM THE GROCERY STORE.
SLICK. CLEAN. UNUSED BLADE.
BEAUTIFUL. TASK AT HAND.
SHE PULLS BACK THE SLEEVES.
TURNS ON THE WATER. WARM.

THE LOUD DROPS OF WATER. SO MENACING.
DO IT SHE THINKS.... TOO MUCH NOISE
NOTHINGS EASY, OR QUIET SHE THINKS.
NOT EVEN THE FOCET CAN BE SILENT.
SHE WANTS THE NOISE TO STOP.
END IT ALL.

SHHH... SHHH... SHHH...
THE BLADE HELD CLOSE TO SKIN.
SHE PUSHES DOWN. THE BLADE.
POP IT GOES UNDER THE SKIN.
RED. RED. RED. THE CUT, SO SIMPLE.
SO QUIET... SHE THINKS.

FINALLY SOMETHING QUIET. QUICK.
EASY. SIMPLE. SHE CAN BREATH.
ALIVE. SHE CRIES OUT LOUD.
NOT SAD. NOT HAPPY. ALIVE.
THATS ALL SHE WANTED... THAT'S ALL.
SUBMERGED GOES THE DELICATE WRISTS.