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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 5, 2008 19:19:40 GMT -5
The red-haired girl sat at her desk in her dark room, staring blankly with darkly-rimmed, almost raccoon, eyes at an old photo of a red-haired man with a dark, grim smile. A younger Rayne stood next to him, smiling brightly, a sharp contrast to the Rayne of today.
"Who is he?"
Her voice broke the silence.
"How do I know him?"
"Why does my heart hurt?"
She sounded confused.
A black nail traced the engraved pattern of the photo's frame gently.
"Why?"
Her crimson eyes squeezed closed. Her right hand gripped the frame with furious strength, cracking it slightly.
"What is this?"
Her mouth curved into a snarl.
"I don't like it."
Her left hand twitched towards her chest, where her heart was.
Her talon-like nails penetrated her shirt with ease.
Then her skin.
"Maybe if I rip it out, it won't hurt."
Propelled by this morbid thought, her talons ripped at her skin, bent on pulling her heart out.
"I don't like it when it hurts."
She felt herself getting closer, but weaker. This made her angry.
"I will make it stop."
Suddenly, it stopped. She felt nothing anymore.
She laughed coldly. Looked at the weakly pulsing red thing in her hand.
Then the blackness rose up and took her as she stabbed her nails into it.
She always did get what she wanted.
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