Only Baby Scars

A shove for good luck

*nicole*(I think tbh I'm so tired rn and the update got all fucked up)

"Blades," I whisper as I separate each one by size on my flooring. I had two pencil sharpener blades, seven heavy duty blades, and 17 exacto blades. Of course, me being an experimental person, I had to test each one out.

I start with the sharpeners. They left small, shallow lines soon to be beaded with Crimson.

Then I mov on to one of the heavy duty. These ones I had bought earlier in life from Home Depot. The man had come up to me and asked what I was doing with box cutter blades. I had told him that all of the blades broke and my dad asked me to get more. They were sharper than the ones before. I slide them across my wrist, like the other. A long wide cut had formed, opening white flesh. Right away, the blood started seeping through the walls of the cut fat.

Once I cleaned up my massive mess of blood on my dirty, white carpet, I scoot over to be in front of the exacto knife, blade thingy. It came to a point, like an arrowhead, the ones that Native Americans had made for hunting fish. This blade had made a thin long seeming line for my wrist to feed on.

*hours after*
My wrists are bleeding excessively. Light headed, I feel my dizzy way to the bathroom door of mike's room. Him and his brother have the First Aid Kit. I flip the switch, making matters worse is that the light was really bright and hurt my eyes. My reflection in the mirror was horrifyingly satisfying. Snapping out of my thoughts, I bend down to the cabinet below the sink, searching for the wrap and gauze.

"This is why they need to clean," I groan. His cabinets were nasty as fuck. Hair everywhere and dirty bandages. After searching for what seams like an eternity with a migraine, I found the needed things.

I plug at the gauze and wrap with scissors, focusing on what to cut.

My wrist

No, I cut the wrap so it's about three and a half feet long. And I place neosporin on the gauze (don't ever do that though) and placed it face down onto my crusty wounds. After firmly and painfully placing the gauze. I wrap my wrist up in the material that is probably not the best idea..

"All better," I sigh, walking back to my room, to find...

"How could you?!" Katia cries with the blades in her hands, shaking from fear.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" I scream.

"Your fucking window was open!" She gestures to the window.

"Get out!" I scream again, still in total shock.

"No!" Next thing I know I was pushing her down a flight of stairs... Her head collides with each stair as she takes a tumble to what could be her death.

"Oh my god," my shaky voice can only be heard by me. I rush down the stairs that Katia had rolled down. Her head starts to bleed massively and her limbs are bent in ways they really shouldn't.

"Katia, speak!" I wail as I dial 9-1-1. The ringing stops abruptly and is replaced with a females voice.

"Hello how may I help you?" Her monotone voice echoes.

"Hi, hello, uhm my friend fell down a flight of stairs and she's bleeding from her head." I curl my toes together.

"Please state address,"

"123 *cool street name* San Diego," I blurt.

"Please stay on the line as they come. Apply heavy pressure to found wound," she instructs. I do as she says and find the wound, applying medium pressure to her skull.

*few moments later*

"The ambulance is here," I say before hanging up on the lady, who seemed quite annoyed with me.

"Open up!" Banging on the door disrupts the tone. I drop Katia's head and crawl to the door, twisting the rustic knob. Men of tens fly by me to Katia's corpse.

"Ma'am how did this happen?" A police officer asks.

"She was dancing, she tripped over my shoes that I always leave by the railing." I perform a white lie.

"Okay ma'am, you're free to go," the police officer exits my home, along with Katia and the ambulance service people. They drive away, whisking their sirens everywhere.

I stand there, still shocked over what I had done. My feet slowly back up to the wall, and my eyes decides to break a faucet. I give out from underneath and collapse at the door.

My phone sat on the stand to the left of the door. Picking it up, I dial Vic's number.

"Hello?" Vic's tired voice fills the room.

"Something bad has happened... Can I change my mind and go with you guys...?"