|Puddle Of Blood
Author: BubblyLit PM
It is now a two fic shot. I'm gunna post the second chapter just because people have been yelling at me that there needs to be an 'ending'. Okay... 'Coming Soon'Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 479 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 04-14-05 - id: 2351059
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Hunter's image flashed in her mind and she felt the tears come floating back.
"I miss you..." she muttered, closing her eyes, feeling the wave of exhaustion. 'He's gone and he's never coming back,'said the skeptical voice in the back of her head.
It was his writing.
He never wants to see you again.
Suddenly she felt a semi-hysterical feeling came over her, and she found a thought come to her
Fumbling for something sharp, she discovered a razor, and her evilly grinning face was gleaming.
Morgan's brain was unwinding. She was going insane, with grief.
She sat back down on the floor, and dragged the razor, down her wrist, and sighed with pleasure,
at the bitter-sweet pain that was shooting up and down her arm.
Staring down at her arm she gripped the razor tightly in her hand and pulled it down again and smiled faintly at the beads of dark rasberry blood trickling out of her veins.
With a sudden impulse, she lost her momentary bliss, and violently slashed her wrists wanting to see more blood, and hope that Hunter could feel her pain. She switched her razor to the slashing other hand and slashed the other blue veins.
Closing her eyes, she laid her head down on the scale, feeling no point to keep them open any longer. Moments passed and she felt the blood, and her life, steadily flowing out of her body.
Her brain seemed to close shut, ward off any noises or feelings.
It was just her now. Just her and her puddle of blood. And inside the puddle was emotions,
But no future. There was nothing.
And her puddle of blood.