Tears of blood

The drink scarce lies upon the smooth, flat, varnished table where the suns musing casts an eerie shadow of the ice, frozen drink. If you glance closely, the water condensation piano, slides, dandy bolt down the can leaving a puddle of water behind(predicate). To you this whitethorn seem alike an ordinary alcoholic drink, but for one daughter it is her deepest fears come trueIm floatingIm soaring everywhere beautiful fresh, special K fields and past busy cities. The wind is carrying me to my dreams on the horizon. The world is rotate below me, such beauty from above. Im floating Im soaring through the soft, continental quilt of white clouds. The world, in each its pollution, poverty and corruption, is still beautiful. Which means, Im beautiful behind my scars and open frames and insecurities yes I am still beautiful.She sat on the edge of her blue-patched bed, thinking, This is my institution. For those few moments of silence personnel casualty through her mind, she felt nothing could crush this utterly perfect feeling. Nothing, nothing could bring her down from her holy, heights of indigentdom.I am air. I am nobody. I am free.But, to her sudden horror, What I dont understandShe started jerking back to the cold, hostility, of real life. Good-morning to you all, on this fine Thurs daytime. The suns knocked out(p) and the birds are singing. So why not win a ascertain of a lifetime 2 weeks in Italy just ring up0800800958 She suddenly remembered her dream, and that word, dream, haunts her.It was just a dream, everything is only ever a dream. She apprehension as she sighed, and looked around to what her life was. A tiny style, with just or so enough space to stand up in, but to her that wasnt important this was her sanctuary. She comes up here everyday and locks herself in her room, crying, trying to run away from all the evil and betrayals, which go on downstairs. After a few moments, she easily managed to drag herself out of bed and stum ble into the bathroom. The lingering embrace of short sleep pulled down her eyelids as she looks in the mirror. Another morning, some other day departed by she opinion.TAMICA shrilled a woman in her late forties.Yes, mother she replied.If you dont line of productsy stimulate up youll be late for educate, and dont expect me to be home when the school rings wondering where you are. By the way, its your responsibility to suffer sure your so called father does not leave the house drunk with the car keys and make sure all the back doors are locked when you come back from school, I dont want your father making a show of himself, understood?Ill see, depends init she replied with a since of insecurity. What on earth to you mean Ill see, you do what ever I cite or do not except food in the evening. It is your fault he drinks anyway.By that time, she had, had enough. Tamika knew if see opened her mouth anymore she just end up crying first thing in the morning. So she hurried downstai rs and walked out the house without any breakfast. With her head down throughout the entire journey from home to school, thinking near how by chance it could be her fault her father drinks himself stupid everydayTime passed by so fast that before and she knew it, it was three oclock. She slowly walked through the quiet, baleful streets dreading what would happen to her when she got home. As she got closer, and closer before she reached the two lion statues remote what seemed to be a peaceful, loving home. It seemed to her that the lions were protectors of her home. They sit outside day in day out protecting the house from predators, except what they do not k right away is that the predators are already inside waiting for a interchange of innocent flesh.She bravely built up the courage to turn the hard, cold key to open the front door. Then, all of a sudden she could divulge the taunt of the piano in the background, and fearful greenish liquid took over her body like adrenaline . It started feet first moving slowly and perturbfully up her spine, sending shivers to her brain. She opened her eyes, to find broken glass and cutlery all over the kitchen floor, and there in the distant distance was her father. He was cinque foot five with white hair with a big beer belly. From the far distance, he looked perfectly normal but as she took a timbre closer she could see the cold can of beer in his hand and beside him reside a mountain of empty cans. She looked around at messI cant take it, I have had enoughaaaaarrrrrrgggShe slowly tried travel towards the stairs, trying ever so hard not to be observe by the predator. She had to be quiet as a mouse, but at the same time as, sly as a fox.She took one devil leap up. She could feel the stairs changing into what seemed to be an escalator and it was going up She took a looked up only to find she could see soft duvet of velvet clouds covering the suns rays. This leaded to her sanctuary. She took one long, hard glim pse down at the broken home.Inside her dimly lit room she sat numbly listening to the soft sounds coming from her radio. So practically emotions and purviews were p perplexing through Tamikas mind. in all the horrible things her mother said about her to her face and behind her back, and just looking at her father like that everyday, tops it up. Her friends dogs were better parents then they wear. A small crystal dismiss tear fell down her left cheek. She knew what she had to do to get compel of such pain and emotion. She went to the cupboard, slowly opened the first draw and orphic on top were no one could see was a dull, dirty, blackened brown magnet but it was not the magnet, which would release all the pain, it was underneath the magnet that was so important. A small, shimmering, sharp blade just lay there.How can such a small object cause such pain in the world?Tamica stared, silently at the blade. With no thought to what she was doing the sharp lustrous edge slid, smooth ly into her pale skin she watched absent-mindedly as a steady dribble of cherry red blood drawled little by little down the side of her wrist. As she pushed the blade in deeper, the stream of blood quickly intensified. The surge of anguish caused her to cringe. A chorus of words went through her mindPain, Pain, go away,Let me smile for just one day,Should that day I never see,Let my blood run cold and freeWith each new drop, the circle of blood grew proving that she was serious. There were now sextuplet cuts her wrists each as deep as each other, and only millimetres apart. Her blood- stained fingers reached for the once shiny, silver blade, which was now covers in dark blood. She contemplated her next move. She touch with the strongest amount of force she had inside her. This had given her more blood and pain then the others, but the scars were massive and impossible to conceal. After a few minutes the bloody blade broke through her skin slowly and a new thick red line quickly appeared. A wave of relief gushed through her body and escaped through her spoil wrist. She laid back closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of complete relief.All her emotions and thoughts cleared. But nevertheless she knew this sensation would be over in a matter of seconds. She would have trouble walking tomorrow, but Tamica never thought that far ahead. As she gazed down at her disfigured limb, she was revolted, repulsed and ashamed that she could do such a thing. Then as she continued to stare another feeling had surface. The feeling of pride. She swiped the area where the blood was now drying and watched in awe as fresh cherry red blood drizzled from her open wounds. A renewed sense of relief consumed her. She had been cutting for so long now that she had lost sight of reality. She no longer falsifyled the blade, but the blade control her