Vas Happening? So, this was originally written for an English poem but my teacher said it was too dark and morbid, and then it hit me - hey, make it a camille-centric. So here you go! And this is dedicated to marykateluvsu who is a ridiculously loyal viewer, who reviews all of my BTR one-shots and makes me smile like crazy. So, review, and DO NOT FAVOURITE WITHOUT REVIEWING! (and for all u 1D fans, see my greeting? haha, they're one of my new found addictions - especially Harry and Niall - but I am a rusher first.)
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Blood beads on her wrists
the knife digs in closer.

It drips down her arms
it pools on the marble white.

It shimmers across her eyes and she feels nauseous
her pale fingers shake and shiver and the knife draws deeperdeeperdeeper.

'Tell me what you want.' She begs the shadows as shattered glass scratches lines down her face
they laugh maliciously but do not answer.

'Let me go. Please.' Her hand shakes even more and the knife cuts her deeper
her breath catches as dark, sticky red drips down her pale arms.

The water from the running bathtub laps over the side
it touches her toes and washes away the ink that mars the white. It washes away her mistakesmistakesmistakes because-

Believe me, there's enough of them.

She's a broken girl, unlovable – admit it, you already knew that – and she's not anything special.

But she's sure that she's lost her mind because the shadows are drawing in closer-

Forever closer.

Fingers tremble, hands shake, her stomach sommersaltsommersaltflipflops until she's sure she's going to vomit
But still the knife doesn't. come. away.

Maybe it's because her hand shakes tootootoo much
maybe it's because the blade is just tootootoo sharp.

But her hand s.l.i.p.s slightly and this time, the pAiN is more INTENSE than anything she's ever/ever/ever felt
and this time the blood doesn't [stop].

She collapses to the floor (thump) and her lip trembles /slightly/
the dark sticky residue that was (onceuponatime) in her veins and keeping her alive {baboombaboombaboom} floats away down-down-down her hallway never to be seen again.

Redredred swims before her eyes – it's her favourite colour you know – and then, her dark brown eyes ffflutter closed and don't open again.

Want to know a secret? But, shh, you can't tell anyone!

Pinkyswear it!

Alright, here it is:

Redrum – little girl's favourite word that she scratched into her arms – is a w.o.r.d that most people don't know what it means.

But little girl will tell you.

Redrum drumroll please

Is actually murder spelt backwards.

But wait, you say, little girl didn't commit murder. She committed suicide.

What's the difference? Little girl asks of you.

You. don't. know.

But little girl wasn't normal/norma/norm/nor/no/n

She lost her mind to the shadows – give her a break, Hollywood destroys a lot of people – and this little girl is no different
But the tip of the knife (tipoftheiceberg) is still dark with fresh blood but now the shadows have sucked her away.

So really, little girl will tell you, it wasn't me who did it – the shadows made me.

Redrummurderredrummurder

See the connection?

But little girl – maybe you had better know her real name – sorry, Camille, will tell you that the shadows made her do it.

Because, really, Camille lost her mind. A long time ago.

A longlonglonglonglong time ago.

Give her break; Hollywood can do that to people.

It did it to her.

And believe me, sugar; it'll do it to you.