Post by Blondie on Jul 8, 2010 23:07:12 GMT -5
She now sat alone. The party was over and no one was left but her. Not that it mattered. She was always by her lonesome. In fact, she loved to be by herself. Staring into the dying flames, the only sound that was being made, was here soft breathing and the ocean waves crashing against the shoreline.
Chewing on the one of the metal rings pierced through her lips, she just sat there in silence. A shiver ran down her spine and she crossed her arms. For she was only wearing a black bikini top with a skull on it and black booty shorts. She didn't expect to be here this late, so she brought nothing to warm herself with.
Sighing, Cash began to pull out her favorite cutting tool, a sharpened potato peeler. She was a fan of the joker from the Dark Knight. Slowly, she began to rake the blade across her wrist, smiling when the blood began to run down to the floor. She began to think for a minute, and then shrugged it off, muttering, 'Who cares is I die?". She smirked and sliced her other wrist once, before cleaning the blade and shoving back into her pocket.
Not soon later, she began to feel light-headed, and before she knew it, she was passed out on the sand from the loss of blood...
