A new Ending? [closed]

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Things had been getting steadily worse. Thoughts were running rampant as the snow and winds outside and it was always a bad sign for her. Voices kept cropping up when no one was around, voices that said mean things to her, prompted her to do bad things. Yet she knew exactly who those voices were and who they were from. They often came in the middle of the night, when she was supposed to be asleep, when no one was around to help her. Recently, there had been absolutely no one anyways with all the others leaving and getting freed.

Avery had gone, along with the baby. Avery, the country girl who had always been kind to her, the farm girl content to look like a teen with a soft spot for the tiny girl who didn’t have anyone to turn to. Avery and her baby were gone and they were not coming back. She accepted this. Then there was Dustin, the boy who only spoke to her when drunk, but even now he was holed up in isolation and didn’t speak to her anymore. Elly was off chasing away her own nightmares with others, after all the Irish girl didn’t deserve any of this. Then there was Dis, the boy who had gone through her ups and downs and now was with someone else. Someone who was actually beneficial to him and who wouldn’t drag him down the way she would.

Bare, tiny feet padded back and forth, back and forth in the dark room. It didn’t matter that the door was unlocked, it wasn’t like she could verbally respond anymore anyways. She didn’t think she had a voice anymore, she hadn’t spoken in over a month. All she did now was play music, read, sleep. Well, now she couldn’t sleep, not with those voices repeating over and over.

And Over.


And Over.

They just didn’t stop. At all. And she couldn’t take it anymore, running until she was physically exhausted.

And this was just the beginning of things.

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Several days had passed and she still hadn’t spoken. Not to say that the teachers had attempted to drag a response out of her, but she’d just stopped responding. Even when Ms. LeBeau spoke to her in Hawaiian, she still just sat there like a doll and stared ahead, never actually seeing anything. Blake was slowly slipping into herself again, going through the motions of a person, but without any sort of trying. She knew they’d send her to Kye again, they always did. And she’d do what she always did; lie and nod.

Although she did like Kye’s dogs, but even now, she could care less. She was tired and had stopped eating all together. She didn’t feel anything anymore, not even if she was hungry or not. She ate when she had to, around others, but she didn’t process what she ate and always felt sick afterwards. The only thing that evoked even a slight response out of her was someone touching her and all she did was flinch away a little bit.

Even music was not enough anymore to draw her out of her shell. Now she just sat and stared at the piano, fingers pressing down on the keys, drawing sharp and jarring sounds out of the instrument when normally all she would produce is beautiful music or something at least decently sounding. So she’d stopped going down to the music wing and started staying in her room, reading books. Those didn’t really do anything, but it was better to look busy than just stare at a wall, as she was doing now.

There really shouldn’t be anyone in the wing at this hour, and she was avoiding everyone else. Those on her hall could care less about her, as far as they were concerned, she really didn’t exist. Everyone was getting out, but she was stuck here for a longer time. No one would remember the quiet girl who faded into the back ground. It was just easier to move on with their lives and look around.

It didn’t matter that she was already fading fast, movements slow and lethargic which was why she couldn’t play. She was bruising easily and her body was taking longer to heal again and while she wasn’t normally a cutter, there were red, angry, raw lines along her arms, hidden under long sleeves of a shirt way too big for her. It didn’t really matter, she had no real clothes that fit and more than once she was debating going out and sitting in the snow until she froze. It seemed like a peaceful way to go, and she was tired of being alive.

After all, what did she have to live for?

[Blake Riina Kildal]

It was like the ticking of a clock, the more she sat there. Her hair had gotten fair too long, but she couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. It was long enough for her to sit on if she wasn’t careful, but it was also a shield for her to hide behind. It made the world fuzzy and things seemed a little better behind it. No one bothered to notice her really unless she drew attention to herself, and she was learning how best to not do that. She would just drift through the cracks, like she had always done.

Blake wouldn’t have been surprised if she just went completely unnoticed by the time she left here, just another face in the world. Hell, she was surprised she hadn’t made it to an early, unmarked grave with the name ‘Jane Doe’ on it. She was certain that it would happen because no one really knew her or bothered with her because she was quiet and silent, much like a corpse half the time. Except she did feel the cold, she thought as she idly pulled the blanket around thin shoulders.

Maybe sitting out in the open wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t stand to be in her room or around music at the time. That alone showed just how upset she really was, she wasn’t anywhere near a piano or instrument, nor was she making any noise. She was instead curled in a cold room with only a blanket around her frame. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten or really felt anything except cold.

That was all there was in this place, cold and dark. There was no warmth, nothing to break up the monotony of the days. Blake sighed to herself and raised a trembling hand to brush the hair out of her face before sighing and staring out the window in the darkened room. Maybe it was time to move on?