Tilt

[Bxtch]

Hello all, this is the start of a little project. I'll be posting on here in parts, some may be short, some long. At the moment it seems like it doesn't belong here but future entries will be touching on aspects of life such as drug abuse, self harm, sex and other potentially adult themes.

I hope you enjoy and as ever I am open to advice.

P.s I just writ this in onenote on my phone so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes let me know (:




She lay back on the dewy grass and looked up to the fading stars. The cold drops on the grass tickled at her skin as her body relaxed into the ground.  She twirled long blades around her fingers, teasing the grass.

 Her eyes stayed fixated on the stars, dry and weak she couldn't focus. She couldn't even blink. The earth beneath her seemed to shift. "I'm falling" she whispered into the breeze.

Her hands held onto the grass the best they could as the faded stars above her started to dance. "Catch me" another gentle whisper crept from her lips. She could feel herself sliding down the grass as the ground moved slowly.

After a long minute her eyelids clasped together. A sting of dry pain made her eyes feel like they were burning, soon after the moisture from her eyelids consumed the flames she felt. The pain was just, gone.

On this field everything seemed to freeze whenever she moved, or thought deeply. As her eyes were adjusting the ground was still. She knew, as soon as she stopped focusing on how her eyes felt, the ground would begin tilting once more.

"You're not thinking hard enough" The back of her mind enjoyed commenting.
"Either you move or the world moves".

[Saint]

Some good images in this piece.  I enjoyed this little teaser and will definitely hang around for the rest. 

[Phoenix]

She knew, as soon as she stopped focusing on how her eyes felt, the ground continue tilting once more.

This doesn't sound quite right, maybe add 'would' here?
She knew, as soon as she stopped focusing on how her eyes felt, the ground would continue tilting once more.

Otherwise, a very interesting start! Really interested to find out how this develops. 

[Bxtch]

Thank you for spotting that! I knew there would be some errors somewhere 

[Phoenix]

Ah, we've all been there don't worry.
Half of my stories have so many errors it's hard to count. 

Glad I could help. 

[Bxtch]

Desperate thoughts cascaded around her mind. People she loved faded in and out of focus and people she didn't hung around like a dull drone.

Her hands moved through the grass again as her thoughts secured her to the ground once more.

Everything mixed, in one moment she was edging closer to her first kiss, in another her first hit. This was powerful.

Her eyes opened and stared up at the stars, floods of memories were being sifted away, delicately falling as though they were grains of icing sugar being sprinkled on pastry.

As ever, there are clumps left behind, pieces too hard to break down and filter through the sieve.

She was in that Field again, looking up at the same stars she basks under now. A heavy warm breeze tickled her legs and made her whole body shiver in rebelion.
A vague feeling of a hoodie was draped over her shoulders as she sat up away from the damp blades.

"Thank you" she whispered bashfully. She couldn't look at who had aided her.

"One day we will see the sunrise here" a voice, long locked away in her memory circled around her.

She took a deep breath in, the smell of cigarettes hit her first, then that aftershave.

"I can't do this" she shouted at the real stars.
A blink and it was gone, the smell, the hoodie, the voice disappeared.

She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest and cradled them. The world was spinning again, her only solice was the smell of fresh blood on her knees which she drew her face towards.

Seven gashes lay over her two knees; the deepest one was accidental. If you can class drawing metal across your skin as a test to see how sharp it is can be considered an accident. The others were small.

The metallic smell drew more memories out, unlocked them.

"I get what I need from the small ones".

[Saint]

Oh my, is that a new entry I see?  We've been lacking these lately so your content is definitely appreciated.  I like the character building we're seeing here, and very much look forward to experiencing the world you put her in and how she faces challenges.

[Bxtch]

Thank you for your support! I am really enjoying writing this when I manage the time 

[Bxtch]

Another phone entry, so please, any grammar or spelling mistakes point out. Enjoy.

Huddled over her knees she closed her eyes and took another deep breath in.
When they opened she was on her bed, it was adorned with her favourite bed sheet; a bright spring yellow with a crisp feel that made getting into bed all the more easier. The warmness of her bed faded as she felt herself gasping for air. Warm droplets fell from her cheeks leaving behind a cold trail across her pale soft cheeks. Everything intensified.
Every tear drop that fell seemed to quicken her breathing and before long her vision was blurring. There were no thoughts in her head, just a sense of panic. Her cold hands were on auto pilot as they fumbled around on the bookshelf beside her bed. From behind a book she pulled out a disposable razor. She couldn't name the book, she couldn't see a thing around her, only the pink razor that seemed to shine in her hand.

Quickly and nimbly she broke the razor down. There was a knack to it; you had to break the head off first. On the back of the head there were little plastic pins that anchored the metal in place. After they were removed the rest fell apart. Blades fell into her hands, her breath still didn't settle. She picked one and let the others fall loosely onto the yellow sheet.
Her hands glistened with sweat.

She placed the blade carefully between her thumb and forefinger, they moved down to her thigh. The whole ordeal was over in seconds, blood sparkled up at her and she took a deep breath. The room around her came back into focus.
Normality crept back in.

She glanced around the old familiar room again but her heart sank when she saw the doorway, of course the door was wide open. Luckily for her everyone was downstairs and the tell tale creak, that plagued only four of the steps on the staircase, had been silent. She shot up, dropping the blade on the bed and ignoring her pain and shut the door. It was only now that she realised the gravity of her injury.

Something tickled her thigh, just above her knee, and it was there. She held her hands to her face when she saw it and tried to stifle a scream. “No, I can always cover them, I’ve always been able to hide them. Can I say it was a cat? Is it too long for someone to immediately think of self harm?”.

She composed herself quickly and sat back on the bed, grabbing the box of tissues on her night stand and the skin tape from the top drawer on her way.
Carefully she dabbed a tissue at the top of the cut, slowly and methodically she worked her way down her cut replacing tissues as necessary. After around 20 long centimetres she reached the end. Now came the patching up; it was a simple method, just cover the cut in tissue and tape the edges.

Good as new.

[Saint]

Keep them coming.

By the way I din't spot any spelling mistakes so either you're good at catching them on your phone or your autocorrect is.   Or I'm bad at catching them.