Well, I did promise you all some creative writing. Not sure how long this will be, but let's just roll with it.
I did manage to clear my head this afternoon, even though there was a slight issue, but never mind that. I'll save it for tomorrows blog!
The title of this blog is a quote from the BBC show Sherlock and the full quote is as follows,
Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me or you’re nothing—because we’re just alike, you and I. Except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels. — Moriarty, BBC Sherlock, The Reichenbach Fall.
Remember that this is a raw draft, it has not been edited apart from spelling and grammar mistakes.
Shall we crack on?
Any winced. Her back was killing her. Why she had decided to sit on the floor of her room was beyond her.
She rubbed her eyes wearily, one hand reaching blindly for her phone. Rolling her aching shoulders, she blinked owlishly at the screen, immediately turning the brightness down as she looked away from her phone.
Sighing at the sight of no new text messages from her friends, Amy tossed the phone on the floor next to her outstretched legs. As if they would message her anyway. They were probably all out having fun, forgetting that she even existed.
She wished she didn't exist.
Her phone buzzed from where she tossed it. She bit her lip, her fingers twisting in her lap, trying to suppress the urge to rush over to the device and check the notification. It wouldn't be her friends anyway. It would probably just be nothing.
They didn't care. Not really. She was just useful sometimes. That's all she was. Something to be used until they were bored with her and threw her to one side, like an unwanted toy.
The phone buzzed again. Amy raised her eyes, throwing daggers at her mobile.
Why did any of it matter anymore? Why was she so bothered y all of this? It didn't make any sense.
She dug her fingers into her hair, twisting locks of brown hair round and round, pulling slightly at the roots. A pained groan flew from her lips as she tucked her knees under her chin, trying to curl in on herself. Tring to make herself as small and insignificant as she could.
She hadn't heard from anyone in over a week. She hadn't posted anything on social media, even going as far to deactivate some of her accounts. She wasn't doing it for attention, she wasn't. But seeing all her friends, even strangers, having fun and going to new places and enjoying themselves, it made her blood burn as it pounded through her veins.
Why, why was it so hard? Why couldn't she just be happy? Why couldn't she just be normal?
Her phone buzzed once more. Amy leapt to her feet, her foot smashing down on the screen. She smiled as she felt the screen crack. She kicked the phone, sending it spinning into the skirting board with a thump.
A long sigh echoed around the room. Her heart slowed with every second. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her skin. Her lip caught between teeth, metallic seeped into her mouth.
It was done. She could breathe.
But, would it last?
Amy glanced down at the phone, suddenly feeling apprehension settling in her chest. Now no one could contact her. No one could reach her. Not unless they came round to her flat. Her friends had a set of keys, just in case of emergencies. They would try and find her.
And they would be too late.
She smiled slowly, a plan forming in the recesses of her mind as she stood in the weak sunlight that streamed into her bedroom.
Time for a change. Time to end this and start something new, become someone new, someone better.
Amy reached for her suitcase, fingers fumbling slightly with the zip. She paused, looking over her shoulder at the smashed phone laying on the floor.