broken

snow white

The red fluid came out of the pale skin of mine once the cold metal of the blade touched it. Although my skin was cold, the blade was always cooler and never ceased to not give me shivers.

But, that was only a part of the pleasure.

It may be pleasure, I'm not sure what to call the feeling.

It was an odd mixture between relief, pleasure and being suicidal. But that doesn't mean I have suicidal thoughts. I don't want to die any soon. 

Whenever I was feeling bad, I would open a new blade and slide it across my white skin to see the red strikes of red being drawn on the white canvas, that is my hand, just like the reason why Snow White was called that way. It was blood after all.

But not like Snow White's mother bled because of the rose that is love, I bleed because I don't like me.

I despise looking at myself at the mirror everyday to see the fat body of mine and ugly face of myself.

And oh, you're wondering about my parents? Well, they simply don't care. If not more, they agree on what I'm doing.

They buy me the blades.

They so love me, as you can witness.

Every school day, whenever I walk the halls of hell, people would look at me as if I was some kind of a scumbag.

...and that would lead to my sink being stained red.

By every line I drew, the physical pain would increase and that would lead to my internal pain to hide behind it.

I was left unconscious a couple of times due to the loss of a lot of blood. But, that didn't make me stop.

In fact, that made me want to scar my being more.

I wanted to disappear. Not permanently, but just disappear.

I liked the numbness of my body. How I couldn't feel anything, physically and mentally. I could only hear the satisfying thoughts of my brain, that I always welcome.

And that was the only reason I didn't really care when my body dropped to the floor with the blade flying to the other side of the bathroom, cold blood dripping of my wrist.

!!Warning!!

This story will be holding some sensitive matters that includes self harming. If you're one of the committees of that matter, I want you to know that you're beautiful inside and outside and there will always be that knight in the shining armor like this story.

Life is, in fact, a fairy-tale if you wanted it to be. These scars won't make life any easier to be such.

This story also contains mature content such as violence and things people whatever age they are shouldn't do.

Self harming is a serious matter that shouldn't be taken ever-so-lightly. 

Beautiful people from all over the world do it for the insecurity and disgrace they have of their body, even if they are fairly fit. 

I don't think I'm beautiful, but I never self harmed.

You're beautiful, you should never self harm.

(if you wanted to talk about any matter,I'm always there. You can PM me on wattpad, DM me on Twitter @NiallPlatypus or kik me on LujainRaafat. I will always give you the best advice i could because I love you.)

Chapter 1 is going to be posted by June because i'm extremly busy with school and I really wanted to post this. Please add this to your library and vote and comment and if you like, fan. i will dedicate a chapter to you.

Dedicated to @Keep-er-lit because i seriously love her.