HARRY
"Let's hear the voices and it will wake up our lives"
God, I have to get out of here. Should I make a run for it? It just sounds so simply sweet and extremely appealing, if I'm honest. The elevator is right there. No, I can't. There's security around, I would have to find some stairs.
I'm fine. I shouldn't be here. I'm not mental.
Yes you are, my conscious laughed. You're completely insane.
It's like a constant battle with my head. And I can't help it for f-ck's sake. I want to pull my hair out by the bunch because of my mind. It never shuts up. It's like it'll never let me forget my past. The past that seems to break me, constantly, and shatter me every day.
This old woman is staring at me and I need her to stop before I flip. She reminds me too much of my hell ridden grandmum. The one that left my mum, Gem, and I on the streets when she was defending my jerk-off of a father in court. I can honestly say Violet is nice, though. I'd get between her legs if she'd let me. But those god awful scrubs do no good for her.
"Are you alive? Hello?" Humor traced Violet's words as she waved her small hands in front of my face to get my attention.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry." I stole one last glance at the possible exits before settling with myself that I was put here for a reason. I need to own up to it for once. But damn, I'm terrified right now. Violet grinned making me lighten up before saying "follow me." I complied.
I strode behind her, admiring her perfectly shaped bum every few steps she took. She absentmindedly swayed her hips and boy, it was delicious. As we strolled down a murky but quiet hallway, she shuffled through her pockets and sighed as she retrieved an assortment of keys. Quickly unlocking a door with the number B14 written across it, we made our way inside. When you entered, two beds immediately came into view with a night stand settling in between. A cramped bathroom was directly to your left and that was it. Literally, nothing at all. Not to mention this room was pitiful enough to suffocate me.
"Can I see your bag, please? I'm required to check your belongings." A small, innocent smile encouraged me to agree as I timidly placed my bag on the bed.
"Help yourself." She shuffled over beside me and raked the zipper down the small duffel. Her fingers roamed every item in my bag. First my minuscule variety of white and black tees. Then, a few pairs of my favorite skinnies - which I refused to neglect, no matter how many holes - and some sweats. Next, picking up a pair of black briefs. As a red facade tinted her soft skin, she tossed them to the side with the rest making me chuckle under my breath. Finally reaching the bottom, she retrieved my tooth brush, aftershave, razor, and some other various items.
"I'm going to have to take this." She picked up the razor.
"Why?" Nervousness reflected in my scratchy throat. She can't possibly take my stuff.
Even though I'm disgusted with myself for doing it, it helped me. Cutting. Yeah, I know. Oh, that's terrible! Why would you harm yourself? Because it helps me, alright? I didn't think I'd crave this sharp pleasure as much as I did the first time I simply tried it. All I knew was that I was hurting on the inside and I needed a distraction. Most people cringed just thinking of a small, pain enhancing blade dancing across their body but I achieved undeniable pleasure and instant relief. And that's what I needed right now. My skin ached for the sensation. It's true and I'm not going to lie to myself.
