Tortured Love Affair

No more pain is what she told herself as she pierced her skin with that thin sharp blade. Crimson red dripped from her wrist onto the blue comforter, causing a deep purple colors and a permanent stain. No more tears. She didn't want to shed, weary and swollen eyes and salty blemished cheeks from the memories set on replay of the DVD player of her mind.
Rapid heart beat. Liquid spewing all over. Dripping drops of life from her body while she laid there still.
Just waiting.
Waiting for this life she so wanted to end to stop its existence.
No more drama. What she would leave behind. The physical abuse of a boyfriend, and the verbal abuse of a mother words formed into sentences of lies she told her. Verbally beating her down to her core. Mental stability was not an issue any more. Since she was no longer stable, unable to understand why things went the way they did. Wondering what the term "LOVE" felt or did. It was like it was hidden off her emotional grid.
Sad.
Pacing back and forth with a bottles in both hands one with liquor the other pills. He wanted so desperately to stop those voices echoing in his head. Telling him he should be dead and used to fertilize the ground.
Pops the alcohol bottle open and takes a drink. Trying to stop his speeding thoughts long enough for him to think, but those voices come back.
He pops open the pill bottle swallowing half the bottle at one time. He drinks again.
No more pain. Dizziness along side with a burning stomach. He pops more pills in his mouth and drinks. "Vanish voices" he commands. He slumps to the floor.
Despair.
Eye gates flood, and then they burst as the watery substance submerged his face. Sweat moistened brow and moved down his body. Sticky from perspiration. Throat dry from dehydration no matter how much of that liquid addiction he drank.
"Finish the bottles, finish the bottles." The voices taunted him. He banged his hands against his head to stop the voices from talking to him, but it didn't work. So he drank and he swallowed.
The bottles now empty.
Wrists are bleeding.
Head is throbbing.
Eyes red and swollen.
One heart beat racing.
The other fading.
His body starts convulsing.
Her body stops moving.
As the last beat of her heart stops thumping and the last shaking of his body stops shaking. Their exsistance on this land comes to an end.
Good bye her boyfriend
Good bye his girlfriend.
Tortured love affair.

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