I press the small silver razor against the inner side of my bony right arm. Applying a small amount of pressure, I slide the medal against my skin quickly. A long, pink line appears on the pale canvas and I watch as it turns a beautiful deep red in a moment. My blue eyes are glued to the brilliant mark as beads of crimson form above it. I let out a long, shallow sigh while a small river forms and runs rapidly down my forearm. I lift my hand with the small utensil resting in it to my body again, and make another stroke. My lips form a small smile as I do it again, and again, repeatedly.
That's how easy it could be. I could just place the medal over the blue tunnels and go a little bit deeper.
While thoughts of suicide, that neither fully disgust nor please me, swim through my mind, I subconsciously press my fingers down on the blade further, and further. Then suddenly, before I can even comprehend what I've done, my skin is sliced open. Along with very important arteries.
I'm done for.
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Don't worry, this is the only part of the story like this! Sorry if it made you uncomfortable but it had to be done! Forgive me?!
-Kira xx
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An Empty Promise
FanfictionBecause of that addiction, the need to hurt himself to be happy, he ended up here. This blissful darkness. This beautiful silence. This calming state of mind. He smiled to himself, this was what he always wanted, and now he found it. Little did he k...
