Silverblade

The Cut

Soul was a 15 year old who was in the 10th grade. He had long sandy blond hair that he would occasionally dye black with blue ice tips. He was very skinny and always had on jeans and a hoodie. He struggled with atelphobia- the fear of not being good enough and depression.
Soul had been struggling with depression for the past few days and he didn't know what to do anymore, he would sit in class and write but that didn't help. He would then sit at home and play video games that didn't help either. One night he was laying in bed when he remembered a rhyme he read on the internet long ago it said,
"I'll draw you a picture
I'll draw it with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor
I'll draw it on my wrist
If I do it correctly a red fountain will appear
To take away my pain
And wash away my fear".
There was just something about those words that stuck with him and he played it over and over in his head until he fell asleep. The next morning he woke up and was hoping that his depression had gone away but it hadn't it had actually gotten worse then he started to remember another poem that he read,
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And my wrists are stained red".
He replayed this in his head over and over again until he went to his girlfriend's house when he got there his girlfriend Maka(she was a little bit shorter than Soul and had long sandy blond hair she was skinny and her and Soul had been dating for one year now)was waiting for him on the porch in a swing immediately she knew something was wrong so she asked him,
"What's wrong Soul"
"I don't know I have just been depressed for the past few days"
"You haven't cut yet have you"
"Not yet" Soul thought.
"No I haven't"
"Prove it roll up your sleeves"
"Why, you do know that you are never supposed to ask a cutter to roll up their sleeves right?"
"Yes I know this but I need proof that you haven't"
"Fine I'll do but only for proof"
So soul rolled up his sleeves on his favorite hoodie and Maka inspected his arms and wrists only seeing scars from the last time he cut. One year ago.
"Okay your good now your pants leg"
"Are you serious right now"
"Yes I'm looking out for you"
"You know what fine, fine I'll do it"
The same thing happened with his pants as his sleeves Maka inspected while he stood there irritated that she was even doing this.
"Okay you are all clear"
"See I told you I was"
"Okay, okay I'm sorry. Quick question though you're a good artist, think you can draw a picture of us together please"
"Yeah sure I'll draw you a picture..."
"Yeah thank you!"
"But I'll draw it with a twist, I'll draw it with a razor, I'll draw it on my wrist, if I do it correctly a red fountain will appear to take away my pain and wash away my fear"
"Soul you know that's not what I meant"
"I know I just can't help it. I have been thinking about it all day"
"Well let's take a walk maybe that will help"
"Yeah maybe"
So Soul and Maka went out by the lake where they had their first date they both liked that placed equally and Soul still remembered how it went too. They were sitting on a blanket talking when Maka asked him if he was okay so he looked at her and told her to promise she won't tell anyone what he was about to show her and she promised full of curiosity. Soul rolled up his sleeves revealing the not quite healed cuts on his arms and wrists. He looked at the ground ashamed and she just stared at his arms and said don't worry we will get through this together and for one year now soul hadn't even thought of cutting until now. After the walk Soul went straight home and to his room he locked the door grabbed his knife and cut over and over again while crying until he couldn't feel anything anymore.