Her eyes filled with tears as she starred into the dark street standing before her. Life was too confusing, everything was dissapearing around her, everyone was dieing. With the Grim Reaper on her tail and Satan waiting ahead of her, she could only turn and run haslity into the deep dark unknown. Her legs ached with fear and agsaustion even though she had only ran for a few moments, the weight of truth dragging her down. She wasn't able to run anymore, she had to stop and walk. Her mind was racing as she dodged the lights burning through the trees and bushes, searching for her. She twisted around trees and climbed under bushes, jumping over holes and ducking under branches. Finally she reached a place where she could stop and wipe the sweat from her forehead, catch her breath, and calm herself. She placed her hands on her thin waist line as she planned her next movement. She couldn't ever remember being this thin... She remembered big thanksgivings with family and heaven above. She remembers a healthy weight and a plump cheerful face. She couldn't remember when she started to lose weight and sink into the unhealthy ways of anorexia, she couldn't remember when her cheeks had started to sink in, she couldn't remember when her life had turned upside down. She pulled her hands off her waist and jumped in fear when she heard rustling behind her. She paniced and ran, running was difficult and painful. Her wheezing became more and more audible, the wheezing of an addicted smoker and druggy. Her foot caught on a root, unable to stop she twisted and fell hard onto the cold soggy ground. Coughing up blood and openly crying, her mind was still racing and her breath was slowly running out as she pulled herself up one more time and ran deeper into the darkness. She couldn't find the right date on her mental calender of the day she started to smoke, or of the first time she had started drugs.... She didn't even remember the first time she had developed the thirst for the bottled beverages strictly made for adults. She galloped on until she hit a church. She could feel Death creeping closer and closer as she took in deep breaths, wishing she felt okay with hiding in the small church. She had no right anymore, she had done so many wrongs that she was afraid even the great lord wouldn't listen to her or help her... Mom and Dad already felt that way. She slowly stepped towards the church and lifted the black dress she wore up so she could step up the cement stairs leading to the two big oak wood doors. She could feel rain slowly fall from the sky and onto her, bringing back memories of the boy who had ruined it all for her. She couldn't remember why kissing in the rain had turned her on so much... How kissing had led to waking up in his bed. She couldn't remember the words he spoke to her as she pulled her jeans on and left his house. She could only remember the color of the dot on the pregnanacy test. She was drenched by the time she reached the doors to the church. Death was so close she could smell his foul stench, she slowly twisted the door knobs and pulled the doors open, pushing herself in and spinning quickly to slam the doors closed... As if to think Death would follow her into God's house. She collapsed on the marble floor of the church and felt her heart beat slow past normal and into cardiac arrest. Her chest quivered in quick impulses, a stroke maybe. She couldn't tell. The pain was far too intense to focus on what could possible be pulling her into hell. She wondered if she would be the first to die in God's house when she was one of Satan's children. She shuddered violently as the heaving of her chest under the black dress stopped and her eye lids closed. She felt herself slowly drifting off into space....
Suddenly a cold hand on her shoulder woke her up. She sat up to see a man standing above her. He was dressed in all black, his hood pulled over his head and holding a long stick with a blade at the end... Death. But Death wasn't as scary when his skelital face wore a look of sadness and unhappiness. She was standing in a room with streamers and mess all over the place... A party. On one of the pink couches sat the body of... Her. Around her stood her friends, laughing as they drank the bottled beverages that were stricly for adults. They didn't even realize that their friend had just suffered from a sezisure and died. She looked to death who still looked sympathetic. She felt more tears fall down her cheeks, her adventure was over because her life was over. She could now remember everything she couldn't rememeber before.... She had stopped eating when her older brother called her fat. He had been drunk at the time but it hurt. She had started to see the affects of annorexia two months after she started. She still felt horribly huge.. Even though she was only 97 pounds at age fifteen. She could remember that she started to smoke when her best friend offered her a cigerette... She started drugs when her boyfriend said they were cool. She had started to drink when her father had called her worthless... She was drunk when she had been stuck in the rain with her boyfriend and the kiss wasn't even that great, she was so miserable and messed up that she was confused. The kiss felt like it was the most romantic thing to a drunk fifteen year old. She had ended up in his bed beacuse he had a car... She had only failed the pregnancy test because he had been decent enough to wear the condoms on his dresser. And... As she pulled on her tight jeans he said that she would never find any one who would care about her as much as he did. He called her a slut as she started to sob and run into the distance. She looked at Death and wondered if he would give her a second chance but she realized he already had so many other times.... She looked downwards as he took her hand and they sank down into the ground...
Don't get mixed up in things you will regret....
Suddenly a cold hand on her shoulder woke her up. She sat up to see a man standing above her. He was dressed in all black, his hood pulled over his head and holding a long stick with a blade at the end... Death. But Death wasn't as scary when his skelital face wore a look of sadness and unhappiness. She was standing in a room with streamers and mess all over the place... A party. On one of the pink couches sat the body of... Her. Around her stood her friends, laughing as they drank the bottled beverages that were stricly for adults. They didn't even realize that their friend had just suffered from a sezisure and died. She looked to death who still looked sympathetic. She felt more tears fall down her cheeks, her adventure was over because her life was over. She could now remember everything she couldn't rememeber before.... She had stopped eating when her older brother called her fat. He had been drunk at the time but it hurt. She had started to see the affects of annorexia two months after she started. She still felt horribly huge.. Even though she was only 97 pounds at age fifteen. She could remember that she started to smoke when her best friend offered her a cigerette... She started drugs when her boyfriend said they were cool. She had started to drink when her father had called her worthless... She was drunk when she had been stuck in the rain with her boyfriend and the kiss wasn't even that great, she was so miserable and messed up that she was confused. The kiss felt like it was the most romantic thing to a drunk fifteen year old. She had ended up in his bed beacuse he had a car... She had only failed the pregnancy test because he had been decent enough to wear the condoms on his dresser. And... As she pulled on her tight jeans he said that she would never find any one who would care about her as much as he did. He called her a slut as she started to sob and run into the distance. She looked at Death and wondered if he would give her a second chance but she realized he already had so many other times.... She looked downwards as he took her hand and they sank down into the ground...
Don't get mixed up in things you will regret....
((No... This isn't about me...))
