Dribble Drabble Drubble

Have you ever screamed so hard your nose began to bleed? No, of course not, but why would she? Her mind poked the thought, letting it distract her from the blood trickling down between her thighs. He was gone now, she knew it wasn’t her, but it could have been, she had hoped it was. And for a while there, it was, just her, enjoying the feeling of blood and silver and pain and ecstasy, making her moan and gasp, toes curling and fists kneading the air. And then he came, like he always did, taking over her body, her mind, causing her to go deeper and harder and faster until it was all she could do not to shove the knife inside of herself, make herself come to the sharp feeling. And, as quickly as he had come, he was gone, and she was herself again. And god damn, how she hated being herself.

(A/N: Okay, so I'm starting to have some trouble coming up with words...so if anyone has any suggestions, please do let me know. And please comment, as I have something like 19 readers and no comments.)