Beneath the Stains of Time

I grit my teeth, but a sharp hiss of pain escapes me.
I slice as deep as I can, but not enough blood spills.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but the question of what happens next still haunts me.
My eyelids flutter open of their own accord. The room is blurred and hazing around the edges.
Not so harsh.
I like it.
I like anything that disguises the fact that Im about to die on a bathroom floor.
My dandelion wish.
Looking down on my handiwork, the cuts remind me of snowflakes.
"No two are the same.." I mutter thickly, slumping over.
The seeds have been blown-picked up by wind, they float into the distance.
The door flies open.
Someone grabs them from the air and tramples them.
Mikey's stricken face is the last thing I see before it all fades to black.
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Beating heart.
Mine.
The first thing I hear.
Me..alive?
Thoughts come quick and jumbled.
How disappointing.
It can't be.
I dont understand..
This
Was
Not
Supposed
To
Happen.
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[[A/N: I need some people as patients in the hospital..if you want to be in it, let me know?]]