Mini-Profile
“Dead in her mind and cold to the bone,
she looked up and realized she was all alone.”
As she gazed into the twisted mirror tears sparkled in her eyes, clinging to her lashes furiously. They held on to her when she couldn’t hold on to herself. Her reflection teased and taunted, but it was always the truth. She was ugly and fat. A pig. Worthless and undesirable, but most of all insane.
insane. insane. insanity! whispers in her mind, a mirror brought alive, sidewalks were monsters and food was poison. clocks could be windows and staircases traps. enclosed spaces were prisons, flowers were death, shadows were people and everything.. everything was a chain, binding her to this horror she lived.
Where had she gone wrong? What was wrong with /her/? Her heart was cold. Nobody cared if she were to die.. nobody.. for she was already dead. Her soul was twisted with self-hate. She needed the pain to feel alive, to feel a warmth that was never there. That would never be there.
her sanctuary was the depth and dark of a closet, where spiders and monsters thrived. Her imagination was alive when she was there. It would tell her of a place that was better than this. Where there would be no hurt, tears, fear.. an escape from her pain and her insanity. A place where she could finally rest peacefully, and not worry of what was to come.
She remembered all of this. Her stare was blank but her mind was not as she gazed into the mirror that was her keeper.
A vile and deafening scream rips through her throat and threatens the night. The overwhelming anger she holds within escapes and fuels her. She drinks it all in and her intensions are clear. She plans to die.
Her mirror is smashed into a thousand shards, almost as broken as her dark heart. A sticky thick liquid runs down her hands and arms like the chills down her spine. She uses it to write her death note on the wall.
It told of a girl who was broken and alone, consumed by the darkness of the shadows in her mind. A girl with no faith or direction in life, who wanted nothing more than to see the light. A girl with a false perception of image, decieved by a scale, a mirror and the measuring tape. A girl who would finally be free, no longer bound to an empty shell.
A girl who only wanted a little love.
Where did you grow up?
Germany
Where do you live now?
Maryland
What is the highest level of education you have attained?
well I'm in highschool
What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
none
What's your favorite sport or sports?
none
What kinds of jobs have you held? Industries too!
none
What hobbies are you into?
drawing and writing mostly
What causes are you concerned about today?
depression and suicide
If you claim a political party affliation, which is it?
none
Which religion (if any) do you follow?
christian