Short stories

Sicssors

TW: gore and self-harm

I let out a shaky breath 'am I really going through with this ' my eyes slowly gliding down to the scissors laying there, taunting me. They were beautiful, silver with gold, intricate, detailing. I sigh my hands shakily grab the blades before, I carefully pull off the metal cover watching as the scissor blades seem to shine in the dull bathroom light. I looked up at the mirror only to see piercing blue eyes staring back, a tingling sensation coming over my eye, the right one specifically, just telling me, begging me to do it already. I turn the blade towards myself before quickly jamming it into my right eye. Numbness, and a throbbing sensation quickly taking over, I could feel the blood pouring down my face. I slowly pull the blade out, I stare at myself in the mirror with my only working eye. My left eye was still a beautiful piercing blue, my right one making thin streams of blood down my face. I started to giggle. I couldn't tell if it was my lack of blood or I actually thought it was funny. My head started to pound, my vision starting to blur, before everything went black.