Slow

Today I had one of those eternal days at the office, the time felt as if it had decided to stop.
Anyway there was a reason for this post, but I'm unable to remember what it was, so here is a short storie, as always it will be an improvisation and no real thought will be placed into it... let's see what we can come out with.

I'm a 16 year old girl. I come from a loving famly in the suburbia outside one of the major cities in the country I live in. I was born and raised under the catholic creed. I never lacked anything, and have a preaty much acceptable body build. Nothing of this makes up to the feeling of loneliness I feel inside of me, in my soul, I feel alone, always sad and unmotivated. Nothing seems to chear me up, I go through the days as if it was just a dream, I feel I have no place in this world. The only moment I feel alive is when I feel pain, and that's why I cut myself.
I see my blood dripping from my leg, I see all the scars in my leg, and they appear to be unreal.
Every day the same routine, whenever I feel down I hide and cut myself and every day the relief I get from it reduces, I know some day this will meen nothing as well and I'll need to find something new.
Until then I'll continue to drift through life as I;ve been doing so far.
//Author Note - Fucking emos, why on earth am I writing this??? Let us make a quick drift on the speed of the text, that will impact on the speed you reed it.
Walking back home, drifting as always. a homeless asks me for a coin. I tell him no, and I move algong. I feel him walking behind me, closing in, each step I take. A strong hand grips me by the arm, and shoves me towards a wall. My clothes are being torn apart, my womanhood broke, my innocence lost. With closed eyes i star hitting and shouting, I know ther will be no answer.
I beel something cold in the floor at my side, I grab it, and smash it against my agressor. The attack ends, a heavy weight on my laps. I open my eyes, blood running through my legs, a body that doesn't move. With much effort I stand up and try to run.
I can't, everything hurts. I fall. Lights come towards me.... dont they see me? I raise my arm, knowing it's too late.

Done and done, the story is over.
I find it really hard not to kill my main characters, maybie some day one of them will survive to tell another sotry?

That will be all for the day so...... "good night, and good fight!"