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Killing Hands

May 21, 2014
By writingmannequin BRONZE, Maadi, Other
writingmannequin BRONZE, Maadi, Other
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"thomas edison's last words were 'its beautiful over here' i dont know where here is, but i know its somewhere, and i hope its beautiful."


She rested her head on her pillow, focusing on forgetting the only memory she remembers from the past. The memory that had haunted her for years. The memory that changed everyone's already bad impression on her into a worse one. The memory that had turned her into a monster locked inside a dark, 4 walled room. The memory that made her feel like she's the most selfish person ever, or that's what everyone made her feel.
A tear sled down her cheek as the memory that broke her walls, and collapsed her strings, replayed in her mind. The child was all she could think of. How she tried to stop him from crying but actually hurt him more. In silence, she sat cursing the day her parents decided they wanted a child. The day she was born and the day she killed that innocent kid with her peculiar, mosnter-ic hands.
She sobbed buckets into her pillow.
Regret and guilt rushed through her body. Her eyes red as blood, she used a tissue to wipe the tears off her cheek, but that didn't stop her from crying. As she cried more and more, the memory played over and over in her mind. It was like a song kept on repeat. Sniffling, she closed her eyes. The ache was washing over her heart like waves hitting the shore.A tear sled down her cheek as the memory that broke her walls, and collapsed her strings replayed in her mind. The child was all she could think of. How she tried to stop him from crying but actually hurt him more. In silence, she sat cursing the day her parents decided they wanted a child. The day she was born and the day she killed that innocent kid with her peculiar, mosnter-ic hands.
She sobbed buckets into her pillow.
Regret and guilt rushed through her body. Her eyes red as blood, she used a tissue to wipe the tears off her cheek, but that didnt stop her from crying. As she cried more and more, the memory played over and over in her mind. It was like a song kept on repeat. Sniffling, she closed her eyes. The ache was washing over her heart like waves hitting the shore.


The author's comments:
Shatter Me inspired me to write this and i hope people learn that you're not always gonna be able to change who you are, but we can always accept one another. Also, i'd like to say that, some times people hurt us without meaning too, sometimes they hurt us for our own safety. So be careful.

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