"I'll drink what you leak
And I'll smoke what you sigh
Straight across the room with a look in your eye
I got a man to the left and a girl to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight..."
Modern music that was similar to the now vintage 60s was blasting out the miniature speakers of a gray laptop sitting on a bed. Electric guitars and strong beating of the drums continued to cry out, backing the raspy female voice that was singing. Smoke of a cancer stick was being lifted to the ceiling, almost as if the force of gravity was letting it go to the top before a silent time bomb bursted as it hit against the surface.
In fact, it was almost like the sudden outburst the flower had going inside her head. It was like mind vs body. There was that emotion-- that emptiness running and coarsing in her veins.
Blood began to trickle down the wooden floor as if a sacrifice was being made to the gods above but there was no one there. Only the young teen spirit who was returning to her sadistic honey hues... There was no way of escaping but the blade... Even if it was for a little bit.
There was little knowing who was watching and who was not but, she didn't care. All she did was stare at the deep red stain that would disappear in only a minute or so but, that didn't stop her from feeling pain.