In the missed years, the beautiful crape myrtle flowers bloomed in the northern desert, but they were deserted, in the spring and summer of reincarnation. Once, I tried to use a smile to count the injuries you gave me. But in the end, tears came out of my eyes with my smile. Who is lonely?
We have lost our prosperity. Who has buried the end of the world? Who has scattered all his armor. For whom we sing farewell songs. To whom we say love words. To whom we write the end of the world. In the dream, all the flowers have fallen, but this love is not yet young, and this meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song
You Yang.
Dreams at midnight are always the scariest.
I lay quietly in the cold ward. The pain in my chest ached faintly.
The doctor said that the eyebrow trimmer pierced the third bone of the left atrium, just above the heart. Because it was too close to the heart, a small part of the blade of the eyebrow trimmer fell inside and could not be taken out. It was destined to be carried with it for the rest of its life.
That is to say, I will always carry a wound in my heart that cannot be healed.
Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, I suddenly felt that I was so small, so small that no one would know if I disappeared from this world anytime and anywhere.
He stood up with difficulty and accidentally touched the pain in his heart. The pain made him break out in cold sweat.
Holding on to the edge of the bed, she got out of bed with her bare feet, and her fingers accidentally touched the half-peeled apple and sharp fruit knife that Lin Yuejin had placed on the bedside table that morning.
My finger accidentally got stuck on the blade of the knife. I only felt pain on my fingertips, and red liquid flowed out, staining the yellowed apple red.
Looking at the red blood on the blade, I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart, my breathing became rapid, and my mind went blank.
Only the handful stained with blood could be seen in his eyes, and there was a cold light under the starlight.
I can feel my intense heartbeat and rapid breathing.
I thought, I must be crazy at this moment.
Because I picked up the knife and looked straight at the sharp blade.
My soul screamed desperately, hoping that someone could stop me and prevent me from self-harming.
However, there was nothing but the lonely night and my lonely figure.
I took the fruit knife and opened the bathroom door.
I looked at myself in the mirror, stunned.
The dim light illuminated me, like a soul about to dissipate. The large blue hospital gown now exuded an almost red color under the light.
Maybe my eyes are blurry, maybe I'm not even awake.
I actually felt that I didn't recognize the woman in the mirror.
Who is she? Why is she so dirty? I looked at the purple hickeys and teeth marks on my neck in the mirror, like pieces of dirty dirt. I turned on the faucet and scrubbed vigorously, but why, why couldn't it be washed away.
Why is it so dirty!
Why!
A large area of the dark blue hospital gown has been soaked through. The neck is covered with nail scratches. The lines are cut into pieces, like the bites of some kind of wild beast.
I started to tremble and couldn't stop trembling.
His ears were filled with obscene shouts and sneers. The laughter was harsh.
I felt like my body was hurting. Something seemed to be stirring in my body, and my throat was so painful that I couldn't speak. I couldn't even make a sound when I screamed.
My stomach suddenly shrank, my throat tightened, I bent over, and something vomited out of my mouth.
Waves of soreness spread to the nasal cavity, and tears and nasal mucus burst out together.
The yellowish acidic water vomited onto the ground and splashed on my feet.
So dirty!
I straightened up and wiped my mouth. I felt my face was wet. I looked up in the mirror and saw that my pale face was covered in blood. I was startled. There was blood dripping from my nose under my hair, one drop after another.
Falling on my clothes, they look like my blood and tears.