Le official thread cause everyone else has one
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Thread Topic: Le official thread cause everyone else has one
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1: when you feel like you want to cut, draw a butterfly on yourself. 2: name your butterfly after a loved one. 3: the butterfly must fade away naturally. 4: if you cut before the butterfly fades, you've killed it. 5: other people can draw them on you, those are extra special.
The girl smiled and made her way to class. (...) -
Hey..
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Hi.
At home the memories started to eat her alive again. Flashes of guns, closets, and death. She shut herself alone in her room and she walked to get her razor. As if done on purpose, there was a sharpie next to her razor.
Instead of reaching for the razor, she reached for the sharpie.
The next day at school the girl had butterflies all over her arms. Many of the graceful drawings were named after the loaves ones who's deaths she witnessed. Many people saw her butterflies and complemented on how wonderful tey looked, though, none of them knew about the Butterfly Project. (...) -
That night the girl locked herself in her room again. More and more memories started to eat away at her again. She felt like cutting. She wanted to cut so badly, but she looked down at her butterflies.
She couldn't cut. She couldn't kill them. Regret would tear her to shreds if she did. So she didn't.
She let the memories consume her. (...) -
The next day at school she wasn't as happy like she was the day before. She still had her butterflies, and no new cuts, but the memories took her last night, she hate that feeling.
In te girls English class, a boy walked up to her. He saw the butterflies on her arms and something inside of him twisted.
The boy instantly knew what the girl was doing. He didn't ask if she was cutting or not, but he did ask if he could draw a butterfly on her. (...) -
The girl gave the guy and odd expression, but she said yes. She held out we arm and handed the boy her sharpie. The boy gladly took the sharpie and drew the butterfly on her. He searched her arms for cuts and scars, but the girl didn't cut there, so he didn't find anything.
As the girl lay in bed that night, more ad more memories stirred around deep within her mind. Dark and bloody memories. All horrible things she couldn't control. She wished for something to numb her feelings: like a razor...
No. She couldn't. Not while she had the butterflies on her, expecally the one the boy had drawn on her during English. That one was special.
Again, memories consumed her. (...) -
Hey
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Hi.
The next day the girl was sitting alone in the lunch room during lunch. She was tracing over her butterflies to make sure they wouldn't fade. The boy walked into the lunch room with a few friends of his. They were laughing and having fun, but the boy stopped when he saw the girl sitting alone.
He told his friends he had to do something and left to sit with the girl. The girl was very surprised to see the boy sitting across from her but she didn't say anything; didn't tell him to leave.
Te boy tried to make small conversation with the girl but she usually gave him small and short answers. He found this very odd but thought that she must be going through a bad time, so he didn't question her at all.
The girl didn't know what to think about the boy sitting across from her. She didn't even know what to say. So she sat there, retracing her butterflies while the boy talked to her. (...) -
Screaming and crying filled the girls night. No one heard her. No one came to make her feel better. To hug her. She still couldn't bring herself to cut though. She couldn't bring herself to kill what was left of her family. But not cutting was tearig her apart, bit by bit. She dearly wished te butterflies would hurry and fade so she could end her own pain.
Somewhere the girl had read something about mobsters. When she was little she would always check under her bed for some sort of monsters that might be there. It took her many years to figure out that the monsters she was looking for were actually inside her.
Her monsters were inside of her. (To continue later) -
Meh...
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... s--- where's my story at?
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Bunnie.
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Smart Girl.
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Right on.
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Totally.
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