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14 April 2008 @ 03:53 am
Two original drabbles.  
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

I only did six of these though as I got totally stuck after that.

I'm posting them pretty much separetly too.

Original. PG-13; Implied death and suicide.

Song: OOMPH! - Mind Over Matter

They had first met on a cold December day, but pretended he didn't remember when someone asked. He said it was in the winter or possibly autumn. He didn't want to remember, didn't want to remember the freezing cold and how warm the other's body had been against his. He didn't want to remember how alive he had felt back then. It was too painful now that he felt anything but.

'Death is not the end,' the other had said before he died, and he hoped it really was true as he downed a handful of the very strong pills.

"See you soon," he mumbled and closed his eyes.

Original. PG-13; suicide attempt.

Song: Silverchair - Do You Feel the Same

It rained the day she tried to take her own life. She had thought of it for a long time, but she wanted to pick the right moment. Wanted it to be poetic, beautiful, like in all those books she liked to read. A rainy day was perfect for that.

'The sky is crying', she wrote on the note she taped to the mirror in the bathroom. Of course it had to be done in the bathroom, with a razorblade to slit her wrists in the baththub and watch it get filled with blood.

She was wrong though. There was nothing beautiful about the horrible pain she felt, nothing poetic about lying in a hospital bed with more stitches than she could count on her wrists, nothing perfect about being locked away, deemed as dangerous to herself and having people watch over her 24/7 to make sure she didn't try it again.

The sky was still crying, but she no longer found beauty in it.