SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 46

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Third person's POV.

Guilt.

Something worse that can tackle you down in a second when you're at your best.

Storm was living through it.

Shame.

Her whole existence was shame. A shameful daughter she was. A pathetic shit.

Can't even save her own mother.

It's been three days. Three days since her mother's burial. Three days since she started to feel hopeless.

Storm had no hope left. Nothing. Why was she living again? Just to get reminded on how brutally her mother and father got killed? To reminded on how she failed to protect them? To live without a hope not knowing when it's gonna stop?

She begin to feel nothing other than pure guilt and grief.

After that day, she didn't even shed a tear. She just stopped it. It was as though she was drained out of that emotion. Although she was physically becoming numb, she had this black hollowness in her heart that no one could ever fill. Not even herself.

Her soul was drained out of emotions while her body was nothing but numb which made her detached from herself. From everything. She couldn't even acknowledge herself let alone everything that surrounds her.

She craved for something. Anything. Storm wanted to feel something physically to make herself realize that she really was alive. Anything to escape this endless black hole which have sucked her whole soul.

And her eyes sure caught the razor beside that sink which looked quite tempting at the moment. It was as though that the shiny glint of sharpness was luring her as if it was a precious jewelry, attracting her like a magnet, just like any other women who loved admiring the expensive accessories.

No. She wasn't planning on taking her life. That would be too easy. She can't be dead just like that.

Pain.

Her body yearned to feel that pain. The stinging pain that you feel when you run the sharp side of razor on your raw skin. Tearing it ever so effortless while it dig deep into the flesh making the crimson to leak out, giving that deep color to skin where the sharpness have drawn.

She was craving to feel that burning pain on her body.

Something.

Anything

Anything other then this whatever she's feeling now. Just so she could forget and take her mind out of this numbness even if it's only for a few minutes.

Taking it in her grasp, she ran her thumb through the sharpness ever so lightly and saw how red leaked from the mere tear she made. Feeling that gentle sting on the pad of her thumb.

Licking her dry lips, she backed away and slide down on the wall to the floor. She was already wearing one of her husband's boxer on her bottom since she stays in his room.

Plopping her left thigh up, she spread her legs apart. Without wasting any time, she found the sweet spot on her tan skinned thigh.

Ever so elegantly placing the sharpness on her skin, she stretched it. Tearing the skin open a bit. Her thigh stinged but she didn't battle an eye. She didn't reacted to it. That wasn't enough.