You're gone when I wake up. The note on the dresser says you went home to take a shower. I, knowing I should do the same, walk down the hall to the washroom.
As the water rinses away the dirt mixed with soap, I find the disgusting little hairs growing under my arms need to go.
I pick up my razor and shave them away. I yelp a bit when I nick the tender skin.
I can't feel it anymore. The voices are back.
You deserve to bleed.
Make more come out.
I drop the razor and run back to my room, a towel wrapped around my dripping wet body.
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Whispers In The Dark
FanfictionThe voices whisper horrible truths in my ears. I wish they would tell me a beautiful lie, just once. But no such luck. They're a part of me. And the one good thing I can say about myself: I've never been a liar. Short Form Started September 21, 2016
