hopinmtytardis

5 little kiddies, stood in a row Paint their wrists, so it won’t show Keep them under, hidden from all Or one by one, you’ll watch them fall It’s almost quiet the first time it happens, the only sound being cutlery hitting and scraping empty bowls at the dinner table. No one looks up, simply concentrating on the lack of food and their stomachs still complaining. So when Aoife’s wrist begins to itch again, she writes it off, making sure to ask her mother for some soother after dinner. It’s only when it starts to burn when she drops her spoon out of shock with the metal clashing against the harsh table, shattering