Self-Destruction

Epilogue

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, blinking hard. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes but I kept staring, not looking down.

Not looking down at the blade I was dragging across my skin.

Blood welled up from the cut, a blossoming scarlet rose that dripped from my arm onto the floor. I dropped the razor-blade into the sink and finally stared down at the long and deep gash on my arm. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and reveled in the feelings running up and down my limb. As pain throbbed along the cut, I felt a sense of calm descend into my mind and kill the cravings that had been taking over. A wave of dizziness swept through me as the blood continued to drain from my arm and I hastily opened the drawer where I kept the Band-Aids. I fumbled around until I grabbed the familiar packet and after running a face-washer over my arm I carefully lay the sticky bandage across the cut. The Band-Aid didn't fully cover the wound and I just hoped that mum and dad wouldn't be able to notice. Blood was still dripping down my arm a little bit so I took the time to carefully wash it off and to clean the evidence from the sink and floor.

I walked into the hallway, my vision blurred and my steps shaky. I reached my bedroom and lay down quietly, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

A pain I could control, that was all that I wanted.

 I hadn't planned on this though, I had never planned on this.

 

 

 

 

3 months before.....

———————————————————————-

Hey guys! Haven''t been on in AGES! Started writing this story cause I wanted to do something different with my writing. Yeah, I hope y'all like the start!

MolHargo 😉👊