A/N: Oh gosh guys haha. I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a bit but it was because of a multitude of things. Honestly, only a few of them were bad. The rest... awesome haha.

Someone really inspired me to write something, and this ended up being the product. So, give it a shot okay? I know it's not the best but I don't have much time for reediting or anything right now.

Thanks guys! Can't wait to get started on the next chapter as well! -Sara

P.S.: Oh, I want to apologize for the kind of morbid aura around this whole thing. It just kinda happened.

Broken glass, each piece a scream of pain and anguished memories.

Blood, a sea of crimson that begged reprieve from already mutilated flesh.

Tears, the salty substance that cascaded aching cheeks.

Her sobs ripped from an already raw throat, loud pleas for something she couldn't have.

And no one was there to help.

She choked on her own cries and blinked back black dots from her vision. With wrists that stung and a head that felt close to splitting, she slipped into the tub.

Her feet were bleeding, the shattered shards digging into her soft soles. But the pain was the only thing she was holding on to anymore.

The porcelain was freezing as she settled down, her bare skin tingling in protest. She ignored it, though.

It wasn't the worst feeling. And she was used to the cold. She dwelt within the cold.

It was the only home she'd ever known. The only home when she was accepted.

Eyelids fluttered shut as she breathed in, her abused lungs catching the breath only halfheartedly.

Every bit of her felt the same. Legs were rubber, arms were useless. Eyes burned and lips felt heavy.

It was like a bad dream, or maybe something worse.

All she knew, was she wanted it to end. She needed it to. She didn't deserve this life.

She knew it had been a mistake, the day she was conceived. Everyone said differently, but she knew it.

What she felt wasn't normal. What she thought wasn't okay. What she did...

She hopelessly flailed her hand out in search of the blade. She needed it now. Always needed it.

The knife was out of reach though. Many of those shards were too dull to cause much damage.

So she was forced to half lay, half sit, letting cold blood trickle down onto her bare stomach from her slit wrists as she crossed them over herself.

It was almost black, she noticed. Like some bad entity finally escaping her body.

Too bad that bad entity was what was sustaining her. Too bad there was no way to undo this.

And away the world dropped. Away went everything she believed, everything she loved, everything she hated. Everything she had hoped.

Away went she.