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She sat by the fireplace, with big tears slowly trickling down her face. She’d never felt this way before, she’d never had such strong urges to cut & bleed. She had never before wanted to hurt herself. It was a cold snowy night, snowflakes were slowly falling from the great sky above, as if being thrown by angels. The snow fell in such a manner that it was slowly meeting to form heaping mounds of white fluff. Ally just sat there, as quiet as a mouse , she had lost her desire to live, she no longer wanted to be present, to be seen, touched or heard. All she wanted was to leave, go to a place where no one could find her, a place untouched by human claws. Ally had always been a very cheerful person with the with the most amazing zest for life ever to be located in the core of a single human but, she is no longer this way. She changed, people started fading away while she slowly succumbed to her state of depression. Ally was depressed and she knew it well, but even though she had figured it out a long time ago, she had never shared it with anyone or anything , and no one was ever suspicious. Her mother wasn’t much help, she called it an “attitude issue” she just thought her daughter was growing lazier and angrier because she was rebelling or “acting up” as her mother referred to it.
Ally’s parents had gotten divorced not too long ago, and it had taken the most unpredictable toll on her body, mind and soul. She stopped eating and grew ridiculously thin, she was depressed and let her grades slip from straight A’s to straight F’s. In Ally’s course of life there were two things that had always perplexed her, drugs & alcohol. Before the divorce she thought that they were the most foul human creations. But now they were the center of her life, her life revolved around them. They were her joy, the friends she could always count on to ease her pain away and her forbidden sanctuary. Devils seemed to be taunting her weary & fragile mind. They seemed to drive her feet to the cellar, they appeared to take possession of her hands and slowly maneuver them to the bottles filled with intoxicating joy. It was them – the devils- not her own self that wanted to drink to the point of oblivion, however what Ally herself knew was that those devils made her pain go away, even if it was only for a short period of time.
All these thoughts flew through Ally’s mind as she watched the flames crackle, leap and dance their way into her tearful eyes. She blamed her parents for her treacherous state , she blamed them for all of it, the sadness, the pain, the shame… it was all their fault! She would cry for absolutely no reason, bursting into tears in the middle of the night. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t eat, she didn’t have the power to give a sincere laugh or even a smile. She was a corpse amongst the living, making her way through a hopeless, pointless life with no goal or aim.
It was approaching mid-night & the entire household was silent, everyone was asleep, but for some reason Ally found the task of sleeping impossible to accomplish. She continued gazing at the fireplace and sobbed hysterically, she was calling out for help but no one could hear, no one could listen, no one responded. Life seemed tasteless, bland and impossible to live. She had the occasional flashes of suicide that grew more and more stronger each time. She was living through a horrific self-conflict, on one hand she wanted to leave the world and never to return to it ever again but on the other hand there was a small, low voice in the back her head telling her to continue and trying to show Ally the light at the end of the tunnel. That is what Ally goes through every day, caught between two fires, between the dreadful reproaching flames and the joyous happy ones that seemed to lurk around in the distance
