the land of love merome(with a hint of setosolace, vikklan and skylox)- on Hold

A day in the life of mitch- part 7

As soon as I returned I knew exactly what I had to do.

Cut.

I walked to my bathroom, crouched down in front of the cabinet underneath my sink and reached for the very back, feeling around till I felt a small box.

The second my hand touched the black, velvet box I sighed in relief.

I took the box out and began searching around all my named blades until I came across one saying 'unlovable'.

I held a firm grip on the top as i allowed a few tears to slip down my cheeks.

slowly, i lowered the blade to my wrist with a shaky hand and rested it there for a second.

Then i quickly slashed the area it was touching.

Again and again  i followed this process as more and more blood dripped to the ground.

"1 for being fat

2 for being ugly

3 for being worthless

4 for being stupid

5 for loving Jerome

and 6 for being unlovable"

with shaky shoulders and sobs echoing around my bathroom, i began to cry harder than before.

An extra 21 had been added to the collection sprawled out across two wrists.

Soon a thick, glossy layer of sticky, red substance made it difficult to continue so with my free hand i wiped it away and splattered it on the ground

I went to continue but missed as my vision began to blur and head began to spin.

As i peered down to my once white, laminate floor i could see a small pool of blood was forming beneath my bleeding arms.

Instead of cleaning up like usual, i just decided to hobble over to my bed and lie down.

i don't know if it was the sheer tiredness or drastic blood loss but within moments of my head hitting the pillow i was fast asleep.

              ~time skip to around 7 O'clock~

"Beep, beep, beep!" my alarm clock wailed loudly, bouncing off of my four walls.

i sighed discontentedly before heaving myself out of bed.

As soon as i did i took a deep breathe in and instantly regretted it.

The strong, metallic scent of blood struck my nose almost making me gag.

The state of my bed and arms reminded me of exactly what had happened a mere few hours ago.