1000 Paper Cuts (a Weshire story)

Chapter 5

*TRIGGER WARNING

(Joven)

I don't know why. It just kind of happened. I haven't been reading hate comments again, no one has been being more of a jerk to me than normal.

My skin just wanted it. After spending a day at headquarters, I found my skin itching to play with its old friend.

So once I got home, I told Wes to get us a pizza and I headed for my closet. I don't remember much, just the vague felling of a box in my hand. There is a blurred memory of my opening the box, and now the watery feeling of something sharp against my stomach and thighs. 

I don't even know if I am controlling my movements anymore, but I do know there is a razor in my hand. I do know what I am doing. I don't know how to stop.

Somehow, though, I eventually do. I eventually drop the razor back into a small box that I eventually put back in my closet. 

I step back and admire my work, finding I have left over a hundred marks on my body this time. Out of habit, I whisper, "197."

Quickly peeking my head out to make sure Wes isn't home, run to the bathroom and turn the water on, setting it as hot as I can stand.

I strip mmyself of clothes and step into the shower, letting the hot water caress me.

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(Wes)

"Joshua, I'm home!" My voice runs through the empty apartment.I hear the shower running and acknowledge that that is the reason he has yet to answer. I set the pizza box on the table and grab a plate, loading it with 2 slices.

I sit on the couch, turn on Netflix, and hunt down a Disney movie, eventually picking Anastasia.

After eating my 2 slices I get 2 more. After those, 1.

After an hour and a half I have eaten the entire box and Joshua is still in the shower.

I don't think about it, just lay myself back on the couch, close my eyes, and drift into sleep.