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It started with an accident. He really didn't mean to. He was just walking around when he scraped his leg. It wasn't just a surface scrape, though. It went a little deeper. For some reason, he didn't react much. He just sat there on the ground and stared at the cut. It hurt like a bitch, and that's what was intriguing. The pain made him feel almost... better, in a way. Like, hurting on the outside made him feel better on the inside.
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He doesn't know why he did it. He didn't really mean to. But the broken glass was just... sitting there, glinting in the light. Almost as if it was daring him to do something. Something he knew he shouldn't. Something he had never even though about before. Something... dangerous. That he knew he wanted, but didn't know if he should have it.
But, he did it anyways. Before he could listen to logic, he speed walked over, picked up the glass shard, bent over, and rolled up the cuff of his pants. He paused for a moment. Am I really going to... But the pause only lasted for a second as he steeled himself and dragged the jagged glass along his leg.
For a moment, there was nothing. Maybe it does nothing, maybe I was wrong, maybe I didn't cut deep enough- but those thoughts all stopped as a sharp sting hit him. He hissed slightly, but something in him felt... different. He couldn't say better, not now, but... different.
So, he tried again. And again and again-
His leg was covered in cuts with blood running down his leg by the time he was finished.
What did I just do...?
But for some reason, he couldn't regret it.
I honestly have no fucking clue why I wrote this. I don't cut, I'm not depressed, and yet I made a character like this. Wtf.
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
