It's Over

What happens when you try to fight with yourself?

“The blade that traveled
From left to right
This blade that left me scarred
With my own might
Is now the culprit
Of my very death”
The girl whispered in a slow drone, as if in a trance. Her hair was a curtain in front of her blood-red, tear soaked eyes which were in the middle of dark circles. She looked like she had not slept for nights, spending those precious nights crying about her problems. Her skin, so pale, was scarred. New wounds had just made their debut on the canvas of flesh. Blood oozed out of them. It was a masterpiece of depression.

“No one understands
What I’ve been through
I can’t take a stand
This, I know I can’t do”
She said weakly. Whatever she said she wrote on the walls and the mirror in the bathroom. The ink she used was from the pallet her skin provided, blood. She put the blade on the sink underneath the fresh writings. The bathroom looked like hell.
She closed her eyes and thought for a second. Was her decision the correct one?

“This life I don’t want
Full of pains
And nothing attained
It’s not a story of swords and wands”
She opened her eyes, as she breathed those words.

"People expect to much from me
It's just not fair
What do they see in little me
How do they compare?"
She muttered those words softly. She stared at the bloodstained mirror in front of her. Yes, it was time.

“Of all the things that I’ve done
The craziest deed is this very one
I won’t run away this time
I’ll get it right this very last time”
The girl continued to write those few words on the wall.
She took a deep breath and took out her camera. She started taking pictures of her work. Rita smiled. She had not smiled like that for a long time. She bunched her hair that fell on her face behind her ears. She looked much more beautiful now.
It was time to break away from her habitual depression. Rita put the camera in her pocket walked towards the bathroom door. Click! She switched off the lights as she closed the door behind her. It was over…

Author's Note

A confusing story about a girl who is trying to fight her own depression, whether she should stop herself from doing it or not. It was initially written for a contest on StoryWrite with the theme of Linkin Park songs in mind. This is what I wrote, and I think it was okay. Don't know if you like it. I hope you like it.