*I have yet to decide if I will continue this so I need harsh and detailed reviews. Rip it apart and tell me if you think I should continue it?* The liquid forms of frustration fell from her face onto the old dusty carpet. She was one of them now, and this is where she would live out the long, miserable last days of her life. Nothing exciting would happen; her body would just contort into unimaginable pain, twisting and turning until her lungs could find no room to expand and contract. Her last breath would spill the remains of her secrets, demons, and blood upon the floor. She would be left to decay in this abandoned building; the rats would sit to dinner at her limbs, stretching and ripping her flesh to pieces until only the bone and scraps of muscle tissue is left. This is how she envisioned it; this is how it needed to be. No one would save her. No one could save her.
She slid down the brown, brittle, broken wall. Amongst the other things in her purse was her last, precious stash. While pulling it from her purse the plastic wrap bag opened, and the white powder splashed a color contrast onto the musty, dust covered carpet. She couldn’t tolerate to loose one speck. With all the energy she has left, she pushed her body to the floor, dropping like a dead fly. Her face was an inch above the germ and dirt infested floor, she licked her lips. All her vitality had escaped her, but she couldn’t afford to not have this. Her nose touched the diseased and filthy floor as the white, snowy powder flew up her nose, almost magic like. Wheezing, she grew upon the wall like a vine and rested her head against the wall, putting an indent into it’s fragileness. The blood trickled down her face, staining her worn and holy clothes.
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