Plot: lesbian, and more..
Warning mentions self harm(graphic)
⚠ Read at your own risk⚠
A bottle of booze. That's empty, sweat still sitting on the glass. As it slipped through my hands. I watched as it bounced off the ground. It was like watching a movie in slow motion. As glass shards spread throughout the floor. I couldn't help but to drag out. My little box of secrets. Hidden where no one would ever think to look. Small little box. Well he held bandages and razor blades. Even a lighter at times. Today I took out the lighter. I had to be fast. Just in case the guest did arrive. Usually they say they will but they don't show. As I flicked it on I held it under my arm. My breath stuck with alcohol. But the smell slowly was replaced by a burning smell. I stopped to look at it. Flesh was peeling and bright red. I wrapped it and put up the box. That knock came so I answered the door only to see her. The one person I promised to. I said I would stop but I couldn't help it. The scars and the memories. The pain helped it. For a while it got worse. But once I meant her I slowly stopped it. Well at least for once a week. "Violent what happened. You look tired,"said the lady. "I just couldn't sleep that well. Hazel you're overthinking it again,"said Violent. Even the lies I told her. It hurt like being hit by a truck. She grabbed me, pulling me in. Her warm embrace was nearly enough to stop the act. But I kept that luring smile. That mask I wore was written in lies. One that anyone could fall for. But only she saw through it. The tears in her eyes told me. Those words she couldn't muster to say. The mask to her was clear as glass. She managed to break the barrier long ago. I tried to stop. But it got rough. It would have been a year. But I did once more. "Call me if there's something wrong. Please don't bottle it up. Please look me in my eyes and tell me the truth,"said Hazel. I grappled her hand and kissed her knuckles as soft as I could then looked her in the eyes. "I am. There's no reason to be scared,"said Violent. I could tell she didn't believe a word I said. I wanted to tell her but I was too scared to. I didn't want to be seen as weak. I didn't want to break down. One time is good enough. She ended up moving in. Slowly but surely she helped me through the rough times. Slowly days went by. It's been a year since the last accident. After a bit longer Hazel made it a big deal to celebrate with friends. After all, it's been two years now. After we got home. I took out my little box of secrets. As you slept I buried them in the back. After all, we are getting married in a week. I slowly forgot where they were buried. The grass covered their grave. But at least I know someone cares. My arms wrapped around you holding you close. I now know what love means. What it feels. I want to walk beside you. No matter what happens. I'll be by your side. I'm not leaving anytime soon. So sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. The weddings finally here. I can tell you the words I couldn't ever bring myself to tell you.
"This day hand in hand. I thank you for what you have done. Your smile, your hugs. They can save lives. I may never be able to say what I feel. But I know you can read my eyes, and I can read yours. So let's start this right. My soul is yours. I can't wait to be by your side every step of the way. If you ever need something just call. I'll be here for you whenever you need. I think I did enough rambling. Let's make this official,"said Violent. As she pulled Hazel into the kiss, not waiting for the priest to finish his lines. She took that moment to lock it in her mind. Surrounded by friends and family. And now her wife. This journey of her life started. And will never be forgotten.
