I don’t feel pain. I only feel pleasure. I gaze into the mirror. My right hand feels my jaw, tracing the outline of where it started and ended. My left hand holds a strong knife. The blade shining a smile at me. My knife guides itself through the right corner of my mouth to the end of my jaw. Blood filling my mouth, but I did not worry. I was feeling good. A shiver went down my spine. My knife then danced its way across the left of my jaw. My lower jaw hanged low, my tongue draping it. My jaw was still attached. My knife settled in between the mandibular and the skull. With a quick breath, I popped the right side of my jaw out of place. My skin resisted the sudden weight pulling it down. The shining knife went to the other side and popped that out of place. Skin and muscle was the only thing in my way now. My knife started working its way through skin and muscle, even reaching its way under my jaw. Finally my jaw hanged by only one piece of muscle. With a final huff, I cut the muscle loose and my jaw fell into the sink with a thud. I gazed at my beautiful artwork. Blood could not stop gushing from where the cuts were made. The warm blood trickled its way down my neck. I felt tremendous happiness. I now looked beautiful in my own way. No one else can understand the happiness and pure pleasure I felt in this moment. Everyone valued the painting and not the sculpture, but not me. I held myself to calm the shivering running across my body and started inching backwards. My back hit the wall and my knees could no longer support themselves. I slid down the cold wall slowly and as I passed out I felt one last wave of happiness wash over me before I felt the indescribable pain. Something I have never felt before.
