I drag the razor along my wrist one last time before throwing the razor into the sink while I watch the blood drip from my wrist to the marbled table.
Painful? Maybe a little.
But im used to it.
Actually.
Its a routine now. Whenever I felt the slightest emotion, the first thing I would turn to was my razor. I didn't want emotion, I didn't want feelings. Everything always ends with pain anyways. I just simply got tired of getting my hopes up.
My razor was my best friend. He was always there for me. Always. He would always call out for me. He would always take away my emotions, like I asked. He would always prove to me that feelings are useless, dumb, not needed. He was always there.
I wash my razor and my wrist without even cringing as the water hit my new flesh because I was used to it.
I was used to it.
I was used to pain.
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dedicated to frostbitee because she made me smile because of her comment
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she was broken - n.h
FanfictionShe wanted to be loved. She wanted to love. She wanted to stop the pain. She wanted someone to notice the pain. She wanted to be needed. She wanted... she wanted a reason to stay. She was broken. Till he came along.
