Poison To My Quickie

Poison ; Quickie

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How can something so bad feel so right, you're just like Poison'

JASMINE P.O.V.

"You want to go to the movies?"

"Um yea, sure"

I got out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. It's been a couple of weeks since I been out of bed. I decided enough was enough.

No more sulking and crying, I looked in the mirror I couldn't tell who I was no more. A boy I thought loved me, dumped me, on our anniversary, for my best friend; my grandmother died, on my birthday.

I felt tears forming in my eyes, '

Don't cry, everything will be okay beautiful'

I loved my conscience, but I got tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. I took off my clothes and stepped in the shower. I wash off slowly and carefully making sure that no soap got into the slits on my wrists.

"Hurry up! It doesn't take that long to shower Jasmine" My sister Jesse yelled.

I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time.

Jesse used to asked me why, I always told her the same thing,

' the pleasure, of cutting my wrist, was amazing, as the blood drips down outside the cut, my whole body feels relief'

I always said it with a smile.

But the honest truth was, the pain from the knife, and the pain I'm going through, all go numb, I can't feel anything, and I loved it.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Jesse laid out a dress for me, tossing the dress aside I go for some skinny jeans and a red long sleeve shirt. I decided I should cut my self before we go, so at least when I smiled it might be genuine.

Also when I bled, the blood would blend in perfectly with the sleeves of the shirt.

"I'm ready!" I yelled loud enough for Jesse to hear me.

I put my hair in a messy bun, and threw on my Nikes they were black and white with gold shoe lace hooks. I went downstairs and sat on the couch with my mom.

"Feeling better?"

"A little, I mean I just take it one day at a time, mom, you know...." I said with a faint smile.

I'm not numb yet, I tried to run upstairs, to get my razor when Jesse stopped me.

"Where are you going? I know your not bringing your razor, are you?"

"Yeah, I need him Jess, Just let me get him please!"

"No! This is our time together, and I'm pretty sure you did it already! So no Jas and I mean it!" she yelled

"Okay!"

I didn't want my mom to know I cut myself whenever I felt bad, that would kill her she would think it was her fault and it wasn't. It was just that my world came crashing down and cutting helped my not see it while it shattered into pieces.

I walked outside, with Jesse close behind me.

We got in my car, I started the engine, but Jess quickly yanked my wrist I had just recently cut.

"OUCH! JESS, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!"

"I'm sorry the blood is sliding down on to your hand, and it's a lot Jas! You need to stop for real!" she pulled out the white gauze I kept in my glove compartment. She carefully wrapped it around my wrist.