Stages of pain reverberated again and again in her mind reminding her of the substantial qualities she lacked. The pounding in her forehead subsided into a dull aching pain that spread like wild fire to her fingers and...
She sat up pulled the hoodie low over her eyes, or the red pits where they once were. Time to get lost--there were two kind of lost: the kind were your found and the kind she was accomplishing.

there was this dream i had as of late because of some anonymous anime i watched that purged my mind into this haunted gnosis-prone place that you witness today. it was about these five girls that works as a superhero elite (i.e. sailor moon, mew mew power, ex...) and now that the deed was done they were sentenced to this profound death to be reborn as the next generation. two dies slicing themselves from the lower abdomen up with a butcher knife... two died drowning themselves in the bathtub while their guardian/boyfriends/significant others watched and begged to be "taken with them" ... and the last one died by the hands of her mother wielding a knife when she [her mother] found out that she wasn't really her daughter... she held the blade away from herself with her bare fingers ... well she didn't really die she stopped her somehow but ... what happened to her mother?... and why was she hiding behind the drier after the scene? ... her boy friend trailed down the stairs and watched her thoughtfully from the wooden heights. now don't call this a nightmare ... that's just not the right word. i'll find a word for it eventually being the analytical sped i am . feel free to comment to the lady and report spelling errors.