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Untitled A:

'So this is what loss felt like to my family.'

These words echoed endlessly in the girl's mind. Her big, once beautiful eyes bloodshot and tired, tears new and dried making her cheeks glisten. Upon one of them gracing her lips and slipping to the tip of her tongue, she could taste the salt that could only mean raw sadness. It also meant that he'd done it again.

Words, with the precision of a spear, pierced her non-existent heart. And with those spears came pain, as was expected. The pain travelled deeper, hitting the very core, moving to every inch of her body, making her breaths only come in gasps as she cried.

And as she lay there, she could feel the fabric of her non-existence slowly unraveling, and this only added physical pain to the already surfacing and yet so profound psychological pain. Her vision began getting blurry, the first sign that she was fading. Then came loss of depth perception, her field of vision dimming to the point where she could no longer see farther than three feet away from her face.

And then the blood.

The crimson substance, like liquid rubies, began to flow from her mouth, pooling on the ground below her and staining her clothes. She felt her ability to breathe diminishing as she was no longer able to keep up with the unfamiliar pounding in her chest.

Within another minute, she was dead.

Untitled B:

I remember the wrenching in my chest and the horrible tug in my brain when his cold hand dropped from mine. I can unpleasantly recall for days not being able to look at my son for fear of breaking down if I saw my husband in his features. I remember when my own brother fell asleep after the wheel after too long a shift, and crashed the car, killing not only himself but my son and my daughter as well. I can clearly picture his own wife and daughter's tears.

I can tell now when the sobs tear through my body that I really do have no one left. That I want my life to end. I let these emotions be the ones to fuel my desire in participating in what would eventually be my death. As I sit behind the wheel of this car, not only rain but blood and tears blocking my vision, I know that it is truly over.

I feel the tears on my cheeks like acid, not even bothering to reach for my cell phone to call an ambulance. Although haphazardly, I manage to choke out, "I'll be there soon", as if speaking to the air. Or perhaps the rain too. But moments later, I reach my ultimate destination, just waiting to be taken into the arms of my family, once and for all. No, nothing can ever separate us now.

Untitled C:

What reason is there to live if there's no one there to live with you? To me, none. My brother's actions always compelled me to keep believing, no matter what. Most of the time, I didn't think he was right.

Sometimes, people lose hope. It's a natural thing. Anyone could argue about it, sure, because every person on Earth is different and the diversities lead to disagreements which a lot of time just lead to sadness. Many of my friends would have told me I was wrong if I said this.

However, sometimes, some people go to drastic measures to save the lives of the people that they love. It can either be simply because they are afraid to be alone but it could also be because the individual going to those measures is genuinely selfless. This notion could confuse any number of people. They'd ask, "Why would you be willing to do something so big?" The answer normally points to the same general concept.

Because they love them.

This could, menacingly, also confuse someone or just infuriate them. I won't touch more on the subject, however. If you are currently wondering why I'm being so meticulous about such a dreary subject, it is simply because I have experienced it firsthand.

I gave my life for the one I love. She's still alive, of course, even though I don't see her too often. I still feel my heart skip a beat if she happens to look in my direction.

This world is mournful…

Untitled D:

Red is a beautiful colour. It is the colour of lipstick, roses, and valentine hearts, which are just among the many things humans like to see.

But red can also be gruesome and violent, like blood. This hated crimson, however ugly or pretty it is to someone, is our essence of life. And sometimes it is also something we seem to take for granted. Then again, nothing can be simple in this world.

Brushing my blonde hair away from my navy eyes, I stare at the cut on my arm, bleeding. Surrounded by lighter pink scars, I wince as a shot of pain goes right to my heart.

I know that she's gone.

I know that she won't be back.

And it kills me to know that it's my stupidity that drove her away as my vision goes dim.

Untitled E:

Emotions are powerful things. However terribly hard it can seem to explain them, only because some refuse to feel them doesn't betray the ability to put them into words. For example, one can explain happiness by saying, "When you feel happy, you smile and you feel like anything is possible."

However, when one firmly believes that he/she cannot feel or control his/her emotions, the difficulty of trying to live a normal life is exponentially increased. This can mean a wide multitude of things as well.

If one cannot feel happy or melancholy, then they may find it hard to interact with people on certain levels. Elaborating any further may increase my desire to be included in the human population.

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Untitled A:

'So this is what loss felt like to my family.'

These words echoed endlessly in the girl's mind. Her big, once beautiful eyes bloodshot and tired, tears new and dried making her cheeks glisten. Upon one of them gracing her lips and slipping to the tip of her tongue, she could taste the salt that could only mean raw sadness. It also meant that he'd done it again.

Words, with the precision of a spear, pierced her non-existent heart. And with those spears came pain, as was expected. The pain travelled deeper, hitting the very core, moving to every inch of her body, making her breaths only come in gasps as she cried.

And as she lay there, she could feel the fabric of her non-existence slowly unraveling, and this only added physical pain to the already surfacing and yet so profound psychological pain. Her vision began getting blurry, the first sign that she was fading. Then came loss of depth perception, her field of vision dimming to the point where she could no longer see farther than three feet away from her face.

And then the blood.

The crimson substance, like liquid rubies, began to flow from her mouth, pooling on the ground below her and staining her clothes. She felt her ability to breathe diminishing as she was no longer able to keep up with the unfamiliar pounding in her chest.

Within another minute, she was dead.

Untitled B:

I remember the wrenching in my chest and the horrible tug in my brain when his cold hand dropped from mine. I can unpleasantly recall for days not being able to look at my son for fear of breaking down if I saw my husband in his features. I remember when my own brother fell asleep after the wheel after too long a shift, and crashed the car, killing not only himself but my son and my daughter as well. I can clearly picture his own wife and daughter's tears.

I can tell now when the sobs tear through my body that I really do have no one left. That I want my life to end. I let these emotions be the ones to fuel my desire in participating in what would eventually be my death. As I sit behind the wheel of this car, not only rain but blood and tears blocking my vision, I know that it is truly over.

I feel the tears on my cheeks like acid, not even bothering to reach for my cell phone to call an ambulance. Although haphazardly, I manage to choke out, "I'll be there soon", as if speaking to the air. Or perhaps the rain too. But moments later, I reach my ultimate destination, just waiting to be taken into the arms of my family, once and for all. No, nothing can ever separate us now.

Untitled C:

What reason is there to live if there's no one there to live with you? To me, none. My brother's actions always compelled me to keep believing, no matter what. Most of the time, I didn't think he was right.

Sometimes, people lose hope. It's a natural thing. Anyone could argue about it, sure, because every person on Earth is different and the diversities lead to disagreements which a lot of time just lead to sadness. Many of my friends would have told me I was wrong if I said this.

However, sometimes, some people go to drastic measures to save the lives of the people that they love. It can either be simply because they are afraid to be alone but it could also be because the individual going to those measures is genuinely selfless. This notion could confuse any number of people. They'd ask, "Why would you be willing to do something so big?" The answer normally points to the same general concept.

Because they love them.

This could, menacingly, also confuse someone or just infuriate them. I won't touch more on the subject, however. If you are currently wondering why I'm being so meticulous about such a dreary subject, it is simply because I have experienced it firsthand.

I gave my life for the one I love. She's still alive, of course, even though I don't see her too often. I still feel my heart skip a beat if she happens to look in my direction.

This world is mournful…

Untitled D:

Red is a beautiful colour. It is the colour of lipstick, roses, and valentine hearts, which are just among the many things humans like to see.

But red can also be gruesome and violent, like blood. This hated crimson, however ugly or pretty it is to someone, is our essence of life. And sometimes it is also something we seem to take for granted. Then again, nothing can be simple in this world.

Brushing my blonde hair away from my navy eyes, I stare at the cut on my arm, bleeding. Surrounded by lighter pink scars, I wince as a shot of pain goes right to my heart.

I know that she's gone.

I know that she won't be back.

And it kills me to know that it's my stupidity that drove her away as my vision goes dim.

Untitled E:

Emotions are powerful things. However terribly hard it can seem to explain them, only because some refuse to feel them doesn't betray the ability to put them into words. For example, one can explain happiness by saying, "When you feel happy, you smile and you feel like anything is possible."

However, when one firmly believes that he/she cannot feel or control his/her emotions, the difficulty of trying to live a normal life is exponentially increased. This can mean a wide multitude of things as well.

If one cannot feel happy or melancholy, then they may find it hard to interact with people on certain levels. Elaborating any further may increase my desire to be included in the human population.