Seven Deadly Sins

Sloth

I awoke curled on the floor of my bathroom. My arm bristles with pain with every small movement; even flexing the muscles slightly as I sat up ached deeply.

My breathing hitches in my throat as I move my arms, trying to support my weight. I finally sit up, slightly dazed from the events last night, my mind fuzzy.

Groaning, I use my good arm to rub the back of my neck; it's stiff from sleeping so uncomfortably all night.

I shift my weight to my legs, attempting to stand; I grab the edge of my bathroom sink for extra support. My grip loosens and slips completely off. Looking at my hand, I see it covered in blood; I guess I bled more than I thought.

I wipe my hand on my jeans, instead, moving to use the floor to support me. I'm able to stand up using both the floor and the wall.

My hand leaves behind faint traces of blood on the wall it's touching; I have to use it to guide myself to the kitchen.

I drop the knife off in the kitchen sink. Making my way over to the small cabinet above my stove, I reach up and open the little door on the right. I had medications up there; they included my old pills for anxiety, depression, tremors, and a few odd over-the-counter sleeping meds. I reached for the Xanex, the Vicatin, and the Melatonin (cherry flavor!). I take three of the former and two of the latter; way over the normal limit, especially for someone as light as I.

I treat my wounds back in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of my tub. I set hydrogen peroxide, bandages, and gauze on the floor in front of me. Acclimating back to my old style, I'm able to quickly patch myself up; still a languorous operation, due to the pain and whatnot.

By the time I finish cleaning and wrapping my arm and putting the materials away, my slight overdose kicks in with full force. I have to stagger back to my bedroom, again using the wall as a means to keep my balance.

I don't remember much else after that, other than colliding with the soft pillow on my bed.
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'I'm so scared. It felt so good to cut again, but... but what if next time I slice deeper? What if I cut so long and deep next time, that I can't come back? I'm afraid of the immense power I hold in my hands, afraid of what they might do.'

I awaken from the nightmare, bolting upright and breathing heavily. I swipe a hand across my face lazily, taking note of how sweat-drenched I am.
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A/N - Hi! Um. Sorry, I guess. If you guys want this story to continue (possibly with Mark or other 'characters') let me know in the comments. Otherwise, it ends here.