Blessed Sins

suicide

Trigger warning for suicide, as you can tell. Please proceed with caution as I do NOT want someone to get hurt. This gets really graphic.

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•{ It's funny, suicide. To want to take away something that shan't end, even when you end. }•

"Too lazy to do it, yet you continue to daydream about your funeral. You can't commit suicide with commitment issues," the voice rasps through the dark, echoing through your head.

"I know the world is cruel. That's how it was intended--to make everyone's life hell. To give them a little taste of what true damnation feels like. You should be thankful! We're just giving you a free sample of what's to come. Be more grateful," the voice grows loud with every syllable, more angry--merciless.

Your cries fill the air, just mumbled sobs wishing the darkness would just be silent, but to no avail, the rasping of war cries continue.

"You people really are pathetic. Overthinking the smallest of things, worrying about whether or not your hair looks good. There's no point to look good when you're all the same thing. A worthless pile of meat!" The voice shrieks with laughter, the kind of noise you would hear from a child in pain from a severed artery in the neck--a bubbling screech from hell. "Just get over yourselves and ask for death! We'll certainly give you the devices to complete it. Knives... ropes... Anything your non-existent heart desires!"

You pick up a knife, running it across your veins. A burning fire covers your skin, filling your heart with satisfied need and want. You sob as pins and needles fill your very bones with need for more pain, a deeper cut. Your very blood cells crying out to be released from this skin prison. You blood courses faster and faster, filling you with adrenaline. You obey your body and cut deeper as the shrieking laughter of the darkness fills the air, mixing with your pleas of sorrow, creating a carbonic acid burning through your skin.

"Go on. Continue! No one will miss you! Go ahead and cut that small vein of yours. Let the blood pool around you, creating a lovely pentagram for yourself. Indulge in the feeling of release, the feeling of every emotion leaving your body. Your curse leaving your body. Feel the blood tickling your arms as it trickles down, spattering your cloth with beautiful patterns of happiness and death."

Your vision darkens as you collapse to the ground, your muscles quivering with loss of their very needs. Your eyes feel like lead, your limbs like iron and your heart like a simple piece of driftwood enjoying the peaceful currents of soon-to-be death.

"Don't give up on this like you do everything else! Continue cutting! Continue the chopping away at yourself!"

Somehow, you manage to continue to cut, feeling numb to the pain, only feeling your blood vibrate in your veins. Soon, your arms drop, and your eyes nothing but slits like the ones on your wrists.

The darkness sighed with happiness--the kind of sigh you would release when you're laying on the beach with a lover. "What a beautiful sight to behold."

Your eyes begin to droop closed. You eyelids itch under the darkness, wishing their carer would open them.

Soon, you see yourself speaking in that same voice of the darkness, smiling with joy. "Welcome to hell, darling."