PROLOGUE
"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." - Aristotle
On the outside they see a girl too meek and quite to stand up for herself. My frizzy hair, different colored eyes, and "Gothic" wardrobe contrasts too much with the Barbie doll perfect girls at my high school. It is like I am a baby gazelle in a pit of lions, nothing but the prey.
My name is Ellis Michals, but to my entire school's population I am called Blades. In a small town nothing is ever forgotten or overlooked, so I have dealt with being the butt of every joke for my entire life. I should probably be hurt by all the mean words and awful jokes but I can only feel one thing now and it has consumes my entirety: nothing.
That is all I am anymore. I go through the school day trying to feel nothing, and it works. Then at night I sit in my cold linoleum bathtub and do the only thing I can think of to feel something. Anything. Maybe a word here or a shape there, but most of the time it ends up as jagged, little lines. My arms. My legs. Shoulders, waist, ankles. Anywhere and everywhere I can think of.
As I watch the beautiful scarlet color paint the floor of my bathtub I think about a prince coming to my rescue. He would scale my tower and fight off all of the dragons that threaten to hurt me. That's all I have ever wanted, but I lost hope in that fantasy a long time ago. There is no valiant knight on a white horse, no shining armor, and especially no true love. Love is nothing but commercialized shit reserved for the beautiful people of the world. Nowadays, saying 'I love you' is the equivalent of asking for directions. In story books love is some magical feeling that lasts forever, something so beautiful that you can't live without. All of the hearts and flowers are supposed to give you hope that the perfect guy will sweep you off to a perfect life with no pain and tragedy: lies. All of it is lies.
I run my finger over the sharp edge of my razor blade, from which my nickname was derived and resolve for another day of numbness, as well as another night of this. Instead of trying to fight the dragons that are trying to consume me, I sit back and let them take their rightful place inside my twisted mind.
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They Call Me Blades (Harry Styles)
FanfictionI hid my heart under my bed because my mother said if you're not careful someday somebody's going to break it. Take it from me, under the bed is not a good hiding spot. -Shane Koyczan Ellis "Blades" Michals is the laughing stock of her entire high s...
