I sat there, rocking back and forth on the toilet as Gasoline played on repeat. My thumb kept gripping and scratching at the spot on my hip, tears streaming down my face.
72 days. You don't have to. It's okay, you don't need to do this.
I shook my head, taking the small object to my hip before whimpering, shaking my head as the blade pierced into my closing hand.
You're just being stupid. You don't want to relapse.
But something in my mind was pushing me towards the inevitable, the shiny metal rested on my naked thigh. My arms shook, gripping my thighs and waist, my rocking slowly as the walls started fuzzing.
Look at you, you're a mess. Get a grip Dan.
My hands started to sweat, causing my wrist to sweat and thighs to sting, my feet getting restless. I grabbed the blade quickly, pressing it to my hip and slowly dragging it along, sniffling as I bit my chapped and dry lips.
0 days. You're pathetic. You didn't need to do that.
My rocking began again, feet padding on the tiles below me. My brain was right, I didn't need to do that. But I did, and now I was done, I wanted to do it again.
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Sorry,
Te amo,
Mitzu
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One shots - Phan
FanfictionSome not so awful stuff that have been too short to upload as a whole story and/or Oneshots collabs. I rate this PG13 just because I don't know what will be written and what type of rating they will be. WARNINGS: possible triggering, sexual refer...
