Broken Glass

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A few minutes had passed and Mick was still stood in front of the mirror. Mick had always had a low pain threshold. He always was the kind with a soft heart who was made of gold that would always be there if u needed a shoulder to cry on. He was never a violent type unless his anger got the better of him. Which this time it did. It had won.

Mick slowly raised the piece glass to the middle of his side. His hands shaking. His
Whole body trembling with fear over what he was about to do. He pressed the glass onto his skin and held it there the pain beginning to show in his eyes. He kept pressing it even harder and harder until a small amount of blood was rolling down the side of his body. But he wasn't going to stop there...

Mick pressed it harder and then slowly dragged the piece of glass along his side causing the wound to become bigger and bigger by the second. Tears flooding down his face. Blood dripping to the floor and all over his clothes. He couldn't do it no more. The pain was too much. He dropped the piece of glass. It looked like something that would happen in a murder investigation. He stood there breathing heavily. The tears streaming down his face not being able to believe what he had just done. The blood kept on going. He could feel his legs getting weaker and then he heard it. The footsteps coming up the stairs. Someone was coming. He began to panic trying to hide all the evidence of what he had just done. He grabbed a hoodie pulling it over not noticing the blood stains already on it. He didn't have enough time to get rid of the evidence. He had to do something. Mick rushed to the door way sliding down it forgetting there was part of the cabinet sticking out. This was when he caught the wound. The pain rushing through his body. It was so sore. But he loved it. The pain. The suffering. He felt he deserved it. He needed this. Why else would Linda have left him to go with someone else. He was the mistake. The problem and he had to suffer. His head became light and it felt like it was spinning. He could hear Johnny telling Lee to leave Mick and the footsteps becoming fainter and fainter. Then the darkness began to take over him and then before he knew it he was out cold. The blood still seeping into his hoodie. No one knew the state Mick was in. And it didn't seem anyone was going to know for quite a while....