Slice the Skin

Chapter 1

Do you know what true fear is? No, it's not that noise you hear when your home alone, or not being able to find your phone.

True fear, is standing in front of a mirror at 2:00 in the morning, tears streaming down your face, thighs and wrists dripping blood, and do you know what your saying to yourself? You're begging yourself to be strong and just hold on for a couple more hours.

That is fear.

It's knowing that at any given moment, you could end your life and nobody would care.

This was the unfortunate state I found myself in on a Tuesday morning.

"Be strong." I command myself.

I get a wash cloth and soak up the blood from my wrist and thighs.

I don't bother cleaning up any of the mess on the floor, no one comes in here anyways.

I quietly exit the bathroom and make my way over to my closet, so I could choose something to wear tomorrow.

I pick a long sleeve, white sweater, for two reasons:

A. To hide the cuts on my wrists.

B. Because it is winter.

I throw a pair of skinny jeans on a chair and flop down onto my bed.

Buzzz buzzzz

I reach for my phone and see that my close friend, Yasmine, had texted me.

I choose to ignore her so I could get some sleep.

I wrap up in my blanket, and after tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, I finally drifted to sleep.