After a week of knowing Keith's boyfriend, Taylor, I make myself distance. It's been awhile since I've cut, so I'm rusty.
I'm not allowed to wear long sleeves due to my... old habits, so my thighs it is. It's a new sensation. I've never cut them before.
I sit on the toilet, lid down obviously. My pants are completely off as I'm just in my boxers. I sigh softly, taking apart my safety razor and grabbing a blade. Not so safe, huh?
I immediately begin cutting deep. I don't like the sensation, but it distracts from the pain in my heart, so it's fine.
Perfect.
Sobbing with each cut made my world. I just really hope Keith doesn't see them.
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"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance
Short Story1-800-273-8255 Warnings: - loneliness - attempt suicide - heavy language The chapters will be very short as this is meant to be a short story. Also, therapist!Keith 1-800-273-8255