princesses don't cry

Selene Vansenza · 04-01-2012, 04:15 PM

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She was dead inside. Like an empty void had spread throughout her body, leaving a trail of nothing but burning and stabbing pain to live through. There seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel waiting for her, no way of finding a solution to a happier life. There had never been a life she thought more beautiful than spent with her beloved, or once beloved now. But he wanted someone else. Her life was to be spent in shadows, a shadow of her once happily lived condition. Amy had shown her resilience, Hadley had shown her pain. Somehow those both clashed, not fair to the victim. What had she done? Why did Hadley want someone else now? Hadn't she tried to keep them going? Yet there was realization there. Worrying that he hadn't slept around was not love. What they had, couldn't be love could it? It was though...But the treatment given back from her once beloved wasn't.

A small hand clutched the dagger tersely in her hand, holding the object close to her heart. She could take that. Carve her heart out and reveal to Hadley her devotion. Draw her own blood as a show of her own care for him. Show him every friggin nightmare he had shown her. Still, the tip of the blade was pressed to her forearm, it didn't surprise her anymore about the lack of pain it was. Sure it hurt at first, but now...It was like breathing in and out, familiar. Hadley had made her ugly. She had made she she marred herself as much emotionally as physically. And seeing his face would ruin her heart again. There really was no one there for her, sure there was Fritz, who had comforted her in the worst of her confusion. He had kissed her softly and held her close. But were those actually feelings? Or was he just staying away in the belief that Hadley cared for her? What a waste. How could she throw herself at someone else though? Be exterminated within for believing that someone cared? The blade was pressed even harder into her flesh, not yet piercing but there was certainly pressure. Shaking her head, Sel lifted the dagger and threw it aside. He wasn't going to rule her life. Forget about him!

Large ears pressed against her skull, slender legs tucked into her chest as she lay herself down on the ground. Take me away from this! Stop this! Can't you see that I wish to die? The girl silently called to the heavens, wishing for a bolt of death to sweep her away. Take her from the extreme stabs of her inadequacy, betrayal towards Hadley, and pure hate towards Ismeme. She wished for someone...Anyone to hold her close, reassure her that Hadley wasn't the one...Tell her that it wasn't her fault...Be reminded that her presence in the world was valued. But that wouldn't happen! Even with Hadley, he had never told her she was beautiful. Or even remotely pretty. Maybe she had been nothing but a toy, something used for his own selfish desires. So now he had Isa. And she was alone. Tears slipped softly from her eyes, dripping on the soil below her head. She could never go back to Casa di Cavalieri, she had been driven out. Unwanted and unneeded, and completely unwelcome. A weak and feeble noise dribbled from her mouth, "Why?" She had been happy! And that was nothing now. Ismeme had won, and she may as well take her life. After all, everything had been stolen. A hand picked up the dagger beside her, and held it tight in one hand. A trembling hand. How could Hadley do this to her? She had confessed her soul to him, given
him her heart, and he gave it back punctured and torn, she could never go back. Never. Not to see Hadley's face, she couldn't. She'd shatter.

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Eh he can pretty much walk in on her trying to be all "imma kill meself" and maybe persuade her to stop? :3

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