The razors shone beneath the artificial hospital light, glistening at the young girl.
Her hair sat unevenly crushed from the hospital bed.
Her nails scratched at her pale skin.
The faint beeping from the machines beside her kept her frail physique awake.
Her thoughts had never seemed so awkward and stale.
The nurses were nowhere in sight.
Cries could be heard from nearby patients but she masked her own sobs.
Nobody was concerned; she was stable, right?
She was just a young girl; whom never stood out.
The mind is one powerful thing, almost as powerful as the razors.
It was just a trend, for attention; just a phase, right?
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
