The Stripper

Flying Bats

Heidi's POV

It's 3:00pm. It's Sunday. Meaning it's my day off! Although I am excited about having a day off, I'm worried I'll be bored.

Maybe I'll see what all the fuss is about with;

"The Joker"

I stand up to get my laptop for my little research, but then I see on my kitchen counter... Blood? Blood.

HEIDI YOU IDIOT THATS THE KNIFE!

I scream internally at myself as I run to pick it up from the counter and plop it in my sink. I wash the blade with soap and water, getting all the blood off of it. I then grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol and wash the knife in it, and pour some on the counter tops to clean it up.

Now that I think of it, did I fix the wound on my thigh last night?

I pull my shorts up, and thank goodness, there's a white bandage wrapped around my thigh. But, it's almost leaking the blood.

I hop onto my counter tops and grab my first aid kit. I unravel the bandages to see the deep cut. I wash my thigh down with water before pouring the alcohol on it to clean it. Now, most of you are probably thinking, how? That shit with that deep of a cut will hurt like hell! Well, that may be true... For you. But, I was born with an extremely high pain tolerance... Some nerves in my body are 'dead'. If a nerve is dead, you can't feel anything. So, a stab to the thigh is like poking me with a stick. But I can still feel if someone were touching me, just not pain.

After cleaning the wound, I grab a needle and thread and begin stitching it up.

A few moments later and I'm done. I hop off the counter and... Wait, what was I going to do again?

I had totally lost my train of thought after having to fix last not little encounter... Which was fantastic if I do say so myself.

Then I thought of something, I should buy a switch blade, I lost mine in Florida.

Lost it in someone's chest

I laughed a bit and went to grab my keys as I leave out the door, locking it.

Yesterday, as I was leaving the gym, I noticed a weapons store on the opposite side. I started to walk over there, and then I heard the footsteps again... I turn, and it's gone again! I'm getting so aggravated from that.

I compose my self as I head in to the store. I take in the marvelous place, guns, knives, bombs, ah- it was... beautiful.

I turn to see a sign, Switch Blades, it read. I went down the isle till I found one. Then something caught my eye-
a rose gold blade, white marble handle with a rose engraved on it.

A Rose...

"Every rose has its thorns Heidi" my mother reassures me.
"Thorns! He has razor blades! Mom, if you don't leave he'll kill us!" I scream
"Hey, don't talk about your father that way... He- he loves us. " my mother spoke, her voice cracking as she breaks into tears.
"Don't your dare call that monster my father. He's done nothing but abuse the two of us. What, you think he's 'correcting us'?" I mock "please, mom... Snap out of it!"

Snap out of it

Snap out of it

I shake my head and grab the knife. I look down at myself, self consciously rubbing the scar on my hip.