BLACK MOUNTAIN MIST
Mira wiped the tears that ran freely from her eys trailing from her moistened skin, to her chin. using one finger to repel the watery tear droplets she then buried her face into the pillow, what people say abiout her really does hurt her, on the inside she feels so empty, on the out side she looks like she doesn't care, but she does, and the pain turns to ange, the anger leads to othre things.
her psychologist told her that one day she will have to be saved from herself, self-harming wasn't good, she knew that, but it seemed the only way to release tension. After all there was no one she could speak to, her own more thought less of her and even doctor and the like looked down on her.
she sat there on the toilet seat, with the razor blade in hand, she liked the feeling of the razor sharp steel blade slice through several layers of skin and a surge of pain, good pain surged through her body, Mira smiled sadisticly as blood slowly oozed out, she licked her wound, then sucking, loving the taste of the crimson liquid that was released. Mira knew there was something wrong with her, she wasn't loved, and because of that she never knew how to respect her self or her body, but instead destroying it, what was even worse it that when it heals it leaves a scar and people notice, then attack her with verbal abuse, and she is then stuck in the very viscious circle, only to hope that thre is some hope that something or someone can get her out of it.
Mira's muffled cries of pain, anger and joy was stopped by the loud bangs and shuffles that were coming from outside the bathroom window. Mira pulled tissue from the roll that was in the dispencer, dabbed her self inflicte wound until it had coagulated. peering outside she saw a van, a removal van, obviously someone has moved in to the house opposite her's. she could see men lifting heavy boxes of fragile objects, and then she saw a boy, about her age, good looking, he looked like her in the sense that they both dressed the same, his black rapid jeans and black shirt which displays a chinese dragon wrapped around a love heart, pink love heart.
The boy looked at her, Mira ducked quickly hoping he didn't see her gaze at him, slumped down beside the toilet blushing and smiling, she sat.
Mira woke up from her sleep, the alarm clock blaring out loud, she slammed it againsther bedsidetable. lifting the covers off her wet torso, sweat had been released from her glands, another bad dream. standing up in her underwear and night gown she picked up her clothes and headed to the shower room. After refreshing herself she got dressed, and put on her make up, the same make up as all ways, she made sure she wore a long sleeved shirt so no one could see her scab from yesterdays 'feel good' session.
her walk to school was quiterthan it usually was, no one abused her (verbally or physically), and she hadn't seen that boy from yesterday either.
When she arrived at school she put her stuff in her locker and then went to the social area and sat there until her first class,Gym was first today, and she liked gym even though she looks like what she does. The bell rang for class to stop, luckily the boy wasn't in her class, listening to others, she got his name, it's Koreo Takinashi. she went into the girls changing room into the corner, pulled off her shorts to reveal her knickers, black with bright pink ribbon trim, puting on her mini skirt which beareda dark red tartan pattern. she headed for her next class, english with Mrs. Hirayama. She sat in her corner seat, she would never sit anywhere else, half way into the lesson 'he' entered, Mrs Hirayama spoke to him, well, it was actuallymore like whispering. Herecieveda jotter and headed towards Mira, He smiled as he sat beside, her, she didn't return the smile, but instead turbed away and continued to doodle on her jotter, most of he pages were filed with meaningless scribbles.Koreo whispered to her, "did you enjoy staring at me?", Mira frowned turned to meet his eyes and replied, "i don't know what you mean?".
Through out the whole of english he kept asking her awkward questions, like, "do you think i'm good looking?" or "do you like me?", Mira remained quite pretending to carry on her doodles, but with very question she blushed more and more, Koreo jad noticed that but kept it to himself.
When luck time came she went to the libary only to find Koreo was there, he waved at her, she pretented to not notice him, like she never saw him and moved on.
Koreo felt rejected, what had he done wrong? he only spoke to her, it's not like he tried to do anything eve nthough he would like to, Koreo wanted to tell her, to 'show' her who he is, what he did, and how he can help her. Koreo knew Mira was a self harmer, he was tipped by several other pupils, not only that but he had also seen the bandage that was showingfrom her shirt, it peekd out ofher sleeve. he figured he would go round her house after school and explain that he knows and that he could help, in an unusual way...