The Glimmer of a Blade

Chapter 1

I sat in my bed and pulled my old phone out from my pillow case. I removed the back cover off of it as it revealed my blade. it had some dry blood in it from its last use. I ran my thumb across the sharper end of the blade and noticed that it wasn't as sharp as the day I removed it from the sharpener from where it came.

I wiped it in my shirt then held it in my hand for a moment.

''do it,'' the voice in my head urged. ''you need to be punished for all the things you've done. you are ugly, you are fat, you have no real friends, you are USELESS!''

I gave in to the voice and pressed the blade into my arm. as I slid the blade across my wrist I eyed my other cuts. some were scarring, some were healing slowly. I looked back at my blade and it had a mind of its own, it had made its way across my arm and was about to start another fresh cut. blood was pouring from my wrist, I could tell this one was going to scar as well as many of my previous ones.

''no one loves you,'' the voice teased.

I slashed my wrist faster than the time before, causing the red river to flow much faster.

''teresa! get down here and make me some coffee!'' my brother screamed from down stairs.

''in a minute,'' I called back.

I rushed around my room looking for something I could use to stop the bleeding, nothing. I looked out my bedroom door to see if anyone was in the hall, nothing. good. I ran to the bathroom, blood trickling to my fingertips. I shut the bathroom door behind me and quickly grabbed a large heap of toilet paper. I pressed it onto the new cuts as hard as I could in an attempt to cease the blood flow.

''what's taking So long, bitch?'' my brother called out.

''I'll be down in a minute, I'm in the toilet,'' I shouted back straight away.

the blood was slowly stopping to a slow trickle. I raided the cupboard for bandages, luckily we had a few. I wrapped the bandage around the toilet paper tightly, quickly cleaned the blood on the floor with a new peice of toilet paper and then searched the clothes basket for a jumper.

I ran down the stairs and straight into the kitchen and switched the kettle on and prepared my brothers drink.

''sorry, I was busy, but the kettle is on and your coffee will be done soon''

''hurry it up, useless peice of shit,'' my brother hissed.

I have lived with my brother and his two friends for five years now. my mother dis-owned me because she stopped getting paid for me. she used my money from the government to buy her drugs every week, in her eyes I was just her drug money. once my payments stopped she kicked me out. i was useless to her.

I am now 20 years old, my brother is 32, he used to be a good guy, he was my best friend untill mum did the same to him as she did me. after that he turned sour and harsh. he hated all females and trusted no one, I was his slave.

I handed my brother his drink and went back up to my room. I sat on my bed again and packed the razor behind my phone again, then placed it back in the pillow case. I removed the bandage and slowly peeled off the bloody toilet paper to examine the new cuts. the first one I did was the deepest, it was about two inches long and about three milimetres wide. there were a few peices of toilet paper still stuck to it. I peeled the white flakes of paper and winced at the short sharp pain. after I removed any other debris left on the fresh cuts and went for a shower before crawling into bed.