christinamays272

Life goes on and she feels like she's drowning in her own fear. She's trapped in a place full of horror and bad memories. She's lost. She only has one real friend. The razor in her hand. The razor is a great writer and she loves its sad stories. Her skin is the paper. The only thing she sees is the red ink that her friend is writing in. its a beautiful red and she cries as she reads the stories her friend is constantly writing. Then everything goes black. She doesn't understand why but the dark place is peaceful. She floats in darkness but the darkness is soon interrupted by a light. She goes to the light, feeling hope and security. But that