Post by Carissa Evans on Jun 11, 2007 22:21:30 GMT
Carissa sat down on the soft grass near the swings. It was dark so she couldn’t really see much in front of her or anywhere around but that also meant that nobody could see her which was a good thing. Her hands were bleeding and she had a gash down her leg. Her fists were clenched tight and tears were streaming down her face. Her mother had called her earlier. And basically you can tell just how that went to how she looked now. Her room was pretty much broken to bits and she had cut herself a few places in the process of doing this. Carissa had a bit of a problem with her anger especially when it came to concerning her mother and her younger brother who had gotten killed.
Flashes of that memory came through her and she cringed. She hated thinking of that day, hated thinking of what happened because every time she did her mothers voice seemed to come with it as well. And the pains he went through. The loneliness that came with it. Swiping at her cheeks to get the tears away didn’t help. It just made her cheeks bloodstained as well. Right now she really should be in a hospital or something, away from everyone. This way nobody would see her like this. Nobody would be able to see her weakness. Nobody knew about what happened with her brother, hell she was lucky if many people even knew her. She had only came her about a year ago and she was just starting to find friends, yet she had downfalls. Days like this where everything went to pieces and just wished there was someone she could trust.
Her parents seemed to make sure that she never had a happy ending in her life. They changed it to a disaster at her life where she ended up hurting her and breaking things in the process. She was a soft spoken person but had an anger she couldn’t even control at points. Carissa didn’t even no how she came to be here. He just remembered running from her dorm, with silent tears coming not quite yet feeling the pain of her leg and hands. Now she did though and she regretted what she had done though really knew she would never be able to stop herself from doing so. She was always this way and wouldn’t be able to change.
Laying down she felt herself trembling and looked up at the clear sky and there stars. They were so beautiful and she knew she stained this night from beauty to disaster. Really Carissa was a pretty girl, her hair was probably what most stood out about her though. But right now she looked like s scared and weak person but even though she was covered in blood, and was crying anyone could see that she was pretty. Pounding the ground with her fist that shot another bout of pain through her she cried ‘ why am I so helpless, cant even control myself’ she whispered her voice small and quiet like it always was though was definitely not calm like normal. She was surprised she could even speak actually.
Bringing herself into a ball she tried to stop herself from shaking but by now the loss of blood was taking into a effect and she was feeling woozy. She was surprised she could still sort out her thoughts properly. Carissa didn’t have these fits often where she hurt herself, only the times when she heard from her parents. Those were nights she needed someone to be there and comfort her, not her being by herself, if she was by herself then she would remember what she did and get angry atit all. When she was angry she had to be alone though, she would most definitely hurt someone in the process. The after effects though someone needed to help her or she would end up in the hospital again like she had countless times before. Like she would be now.
Flashes of that memory came through her and she cringed. She hated thinking of that day, hated thinking of what happened because every time she did her mothers voice seemed to come with it as well. And the pains he went through. The loneliness that came with it. Swiping at her cheeks to get the tears away didn’t help. It just made her cheeks bloodstained as well. Right now she really should be in a hospital or something, away from everyone. This way nobody would see her like this. Nobody would be able to see her weakness. Nobody knew about what happened with her brother, hell she was lucky if many people even knew her. She had only came her about a year ago and she was just starting to find friends, yet she had downfalls. Days like this where everything went to pieces and just wished there was someone she could trust.
Her parents seemed to make sure that she never had a happy ending in her life. They changed it to a disaster at her life where she ended up hurting her and breaking things in the process. She was a soft spoken person but had an anger she couldn’t even control at points. Carissa didn’t even no how she came to be here. He just remembered running from her dorm, with silent tears coming not quite yet feeling the pain of her leg and hands. Now she did though and she regretted what she had done though really knew she would never be able to stop herself from doing so. She was always this way and wouldn’t be able to change.
Laying down she felt herself trembling and looked up at the clear sky and there stars. They were so beautiful and she knew she stained this night from beauty to disaster. Really Carissa was a pretty girl, her hair was probably what most stood out about her though. But right now she looked like s scared and weak person but even though she was covered in blood, and was crying anyone could see that she was pretty. Pounding the ground with her fist that shot another bout of pain through her she cried ‘ why am I so helpless, cant even control myself’ she whispered her voice small and quiet like it always was though was definitely not calm like normal. She was surprised she could even speak actually.
Bringing herself into a ball she tried to stop herself from shaking but by now the loss of blood was taking into a effect and she was feeling woozy. She was surprised she could still sort out her thoughts properly. Carissa didn’t have these fits often where she hurt herself, only the times when she heard from her parents. Those were nights she needed someone to be there and comfort her, not her being by herself, if she was by herself then she would remember what she did and get angry atit all. When she was angry she had to be alone though, she would most definitely hurt someone in the process. The after effects though someone needed to help her or she would end up in the hospital again like she had countless times before. Like she would be now.
