One single drop of blood fell to her feet in what she felt was slow motion, as she slowly carved a bittersweet pattern on her arm. Her razor caressed her skin in an enticing dance as she watched mesmerised. Her wondrous eyes were clouded with pain, but more so, satisfaction.
Her breathing was shallow; short, weak breaths from the anticipation and blood loss. She felt alive, yet long gone. She wanted to scream, to laugh.
To cry.
Jodie knew what she was doing was wrong, selfish even, but it helped her. She knew she could stop if she wanted to, she knew she could be happy if she tried. Yet, she could hear the voices resurfacing from her unwanted memories, the reminders of her pitiful state.
Her Mum asking her if she was okay. It was strange for Jodie, it was strange that her Mum had noticed.
"I'm fine, Mum", she whispered thickly aloud, almost as if her Mother could hear her fragile murmur. As if it would be true if she kept saying it.
Then Al's voice came, drifting into her mind with a worried tone: 'Jodes, what's up?'
She smiled weakly at the thought of her best friend. Al had always been strangely observant, and try as she might, Jodie couldn't hide her anguish from her. Al was to the point. Blunt. She liked that about her.
The memories were more painful than the self-inflicted physical pain could ever be, and she did not want to see anything else, to hear the voices echoing around her head, so she didn't.
She sliced unmercifully through her pale skin, then abruptly stopped as she came to the end. Or the beginning, she wasn't sure.
That was, after all, the meaning of the infinity sign.
Never beginning. Never ending. Just a loop to remind people: history repeats itself. Tears filled her eyes as she realised what her life was doomed to eventually be. A repeat of this, but the next time with a prominent scar to torture her, to tease her.
To tell her: until next time.
A/N- I know this is really short, but its just the prologue! This is my first story I've written so any feedback would be much appreciated!
I swear this isn't all doom and gloom!
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