Hollowedsuicide

Jenifer couldn't scream, even when the blade dug deep into her flesh, just below her ribs, blood seeped through the wound, and pooled. Chit chuckled leaning down he grazed his lips in the blood, before letting his tongue lap in the liquid. Marco watched from the edge of the bed, I wish I had seen the disgusted look he flashed Chit. It would have made him seem human, or as human as he could seem. However, I was far too preoccupied with being naked, about to be raped, and fearing the two animals would kill me to notice something as petty as a glance between two males. A voice broke out; both males paused, I stopped breathing panic was invok

As before, I was telling the story about how I came to be me. My name then was Jenifer - my last name is not important, for no-one remembers it anyway now. I was tanned then, I had a pear shaped body, with b-c cupped breast. I was a girl with natural blond hair, that I dyed and kept the colour of strawberry blond, I wore contacts that made my eyes electric blue, instead of the mix between green dots and yellow slashes that coated the rim of my pupil and the boring blue. I always saw myself as the strong fearless type, however you never know in situations how you would react. Like when you're about to die – will you plead? Or will you

Like plucking grapes from the sky down in the fields, where the purebred dogs  run wild, chasing each other and nipping with teeth, yaps and playful barks. I feel a sense of freedom in my own domain, in my own mind, however I know freedom comes with a price. And past these strange and comforting thoughts, I'm beginning to wonder what it's really like, to have a lover, resting beside you. A lover made only for you, like a Christmas present to an only child. Although I've felt the love for someone, it was never returned.  If anything, that is the one thing I am sure of. As I sit down here, wallowing in my own self pity, gorging on freshly