Seven Deadly Sins

Wrath

I did it again.

I told myself I wouldn't, I told myself I could start trusting myself again. But I can't. I just can't. I'm not strong enough to stray from the blade.

It felt so good to cut again. My pale, veiny arms looked almost translucent under my bathroom lights. Held just so, I could see every old line fading, every new line dotting with fresh blood.

It was almost exhilarating, making that first line. It wasn't even deep for the first few cuts; I merely scratched the skin.

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, my eyes dilated from the painful pleasure. That sweet, sweet burn I've been craving for so long.

I let out a hiss and a strained moan when I made my last cut. I had drawn blood, more than just dotting, a small trickle. I remember feeling scared then, as I felt the small stream tickle my arm. I didn't realize I was crying until I tasted the saltiness of the tears.

I felt scared, then. And alone; so very, very alone. And helpless. And... and desire; an overwhelming desire to cut again, just once more. Just one more slice, I promise.

I sank to the floor, dropping the small knife I clenched in my hand not five seconds ago. Having no other choice just then, I pulled my knees up to my chest. Cradling my arm with my left hand, I realized what I had done.

My arm bleeding from multiple wounds, I fell over, suddenly very exhausted.
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A/N - Will be continued in next chapter. Sorry for the feels, the muses were singing to me lmao. Also in case it wasn't clear, the man harming himself (which, by the by, I really hope he doesn't irl, nor any of you do), is Jack. I'll maybe introduce Mark later? Idk, what do you guys think?