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molly
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bellamy
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" ｔｈｅｙ ｓａｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｍｙ ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ.. "
molly
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bellamy
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" ｔｈｅｙ ｓａｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｍｙ ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ.. "
- The sun was straining down across the sky, a dazzling rainbow of colors illuminating the evening darkness. A few stars peeked out of the navy sky, sparkling like little fireflies. The sunset stretched over the silhouette of a black forest, a small breeze brushing back the tree's branches. A cool breeze brushed the skin of the ground, whipping upward with every bump or object in the earth's perfect land. It whisked and whirred, lifting the dead leaves of fall off the ground and swirling them around like a mini-tornado. One, imperfect leaf flew through the air, tumbling and turning for it had many holes and cracks. It turned over and over, until it's thin sheet couldn't be lifted anymore. It drifted down to the ground, silently spreading out again. The brown leaf stayed still for a few moments, finding home in the grass before a quick foot stomped down on it before lifting again just as quickly as it had set down. It's crumbs scattered the ground as it's destructor kept running, her long dark hair flying back behind her. Silver tears dripped down her pink cheeks, splashing on the ground behind her. The girl's hands covered her ears quite forcefully, throat choking on her own coughs and whimpers. She finally dropped to her knees, hands slamming down to the earth to grip the grass. She breathed heavily, ripping off her sweatshirt and throwing it a couple yards. It landed upward, only her last name colored in her green highschool colors showing. Bellamy. She peered at her wrist-- covered in scars. "I-I can't take this anymore!" She screamed, balling her hands into fists and falling down onto her back. Her chest heaved in cries before she dug around in her pockets, wanting nothing more than to feel the relief of her blade against her skin. "SHUT UP!!" She yelled again, looking around her and gripping the weapon in her palm-- a little trickle of blood running down her hand. Finally, the young girl's eyes locked on a certain spot in the whole meadow, the tears coming faster as her head shook violently in a 'no'. To others, there was nothing there, but to her? Everything: her past, present, and future. There was no escaping the demons, especially not them... Unless by death. She shivered, staring at the beast only she could see, his eyes a chilling shade of blue. He was the only human out of all her "friends," and the most hurtful. His eyes gleamed, a cheeky smirk forming on his lips as he cocked his head to the side- black hair flopping with it. "Aw look, little Felicity is bleeding?" He snickered, Felicity biting her lip as his hand outstretched to pull her fingers open. But, she just snatched her hand back and looked down at her wrist again. "Oh, I see what's going on here," He grinned, taking a seat in the dead grass next to her, fingers lining the vein that stuck out from her pale skin. "You're going to kill yourself, thinking it'll give you a free trip away from me, Madi, Jacklynn, and 720." All Felicity did was nod her head, the tears slowing down as her body went numb. "Well, if it makes it any easier I think you should, too. I mean, all you are is a pile of worthless, inconsiderate nothingness. In all do respect, Felis', the world would be better off without you." And with that small little statement, Felicity let out another cry and dug the blade into her vein, yanking it across as hard as she could. The boy jumped to his feet, yelling it happiness as the blood poured over her hand and into the grass. Soon, Felicity's vision got blurry. The last thing she heard was an echo of Madi's young voice scolding Jack before she blacked out.
Felicity woke up days later, the brightness of the room blinding her momentarily. She let out a cry, shielding her eyes as the door creaked open and a man dressed in all white stepped in. "Um, Molly Bellamy?" He asked quietly, barely audible over the beeping of the machines next to her. She looked over, watching as blood was pumped into a needle in her arm. Felicity was too tired to correct him that she went by her middle name, so she simply nodded as he went over a small survey about her personal information. The brunette sighed, nodding to everything and checking them off mentally. Was she in fact Molly Felicity Bellamy? Check. Was she 17 years of age? Check. Had she been experiencing schizophrenia for the past 4 years? Check. Did she remember trying to commit suicide the week before? Check. It was all too long before he finally left the room, flashing her a fake smile before leaving the room to talk to her parents. She could faintly hear him mention a place called the McCalister Asylum before she blacked out again, only to wake up in a place she had no clue where, and to her disadvantage would be staying for the next years to come.
