To Write Love on Her Arms
I've Never Told A Lie And That Makes Me A Liar
Darkness.That's all Katie wanted. She wanted to stop the pain in her chest.
The selfhate, the crying, the desire to not exist. All of it. She just wanted the silence
and peace that came with death.
Katie didn't want the questioning looks or the feelings of disgust with herself anymore.
In her whole life, all she craved was love and since that was not happening she would take the
next best thing: Pure, uninteruppted silence.
Her mind was in chaos as she walked around her apartment, toenails freshly painted.
Katie examed the small space, only a few things were personal touches. A few pictures of
CatCat, a framed Zacky Vengeance guitar pic, and a picture of Katie's deceased grandmother.
Nothing else was considered 'Katie'.
A full size bed; only shared with CatCat recently; was against the wall; the dark dresser
that once housed her clothing was emptied all it's occupants packed into boxes for the
battered women's shelter. None of those things were anything more than materials put
together. No mental value to anyone, just like Katie.
The woman sighed running her finger tip over CatCat's framed face. "I'm going to
miss you, my sweet baby. I hope those guys will take good care of you."
Katie walked into her closet, standing on the chair for a brief moment, her eyes taking
in the pitiful sight. "Goodbye world. You wont miss me." As she moved to slip the rope over her
head, Katie had a second thought. Climbing down from the chair, she grabbed her favorite
picture of CatCat. The only picture of CatCat and her together. Pressing it close to her heart,
she climbed on top the chair slipped the noose over her head before kissing the picture.
"Sweet silence here I come." Katie whispered kicked the char from under herself.
The selfhate, the crying, the desire to not exist. All of it. She just wanted the silence
and peace that came with death.
Katie didn't want the questioning looks or the feelings of disgust with herself anymore.
In her whole life, all she craved was love and since that was not happening she would take the
next best thing: Pure, uninteruppted silence.
Her mind was in chaos as she walked around her apartment, toenails freshly painted.
Katie examed the small space, only a few things were personal touches. A few pictures of
CatCat, a framed Zacky Vengeance guitar pic, and a picture of Katie's deceased grandmother.
Nothing else was considered 'Katie'.
A full size bed; only shared with CatCat recently; was against the wall; the dark dresser
that once housed her clothing was emptied all it's occupants packed into boxes for the
battered women's shelter. None of those things were anything more than materials put
together. No mental value to anyone, just like Katie.
The woman sighed running her finger tip over CatCat's framed face. "I'm going to
miss you, my sweet baby. I hope those guys will take good care of you."
Katie walked into her closet, standing on the chair for a brief moment, her eyes taking
in the pitiful sight. "Goodbye world. You wont miss me." As she moved to slip the rope over her
head, Katie had a second thought. Climbing down from the chair, she grabbed her favorite
picture of CatCat. The only picture of CatCat and her together. Pressing it close to her heart,
she climbed on top the chair slipped the noose over her head before kissing the picture.
"Sweet silence here I come." Katie whispered kicked the char from under herself.
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This chapter is jumbled, I wanted it to have the feel of what Katie's mind is like. She lacks peace and the ablity for clear thought. I'm sorry it's so short but I unfortunately am struggling with my own bouts of depression. I do not support suicide and encourage each of you to speak with someone if you become depressed. Even if it is me. I am always willing to listen.