Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Thirty Nine - Each Slice Tells A Story

!!!Warning, self-harm, self-mutilation!!!

As I walked toward the front door, the violent beating of my heart pounded my whole chest, the familiar anxiety washing over me as beads of sweat trickled down my neck. I stood there trying to listen to what's happening inside, but Migi was impatient, probably missing his cushion up in Mia's room. The door was slightly ajar, so the cat in my hands pushed it with his paw, then we both poked our heads in.

I let Migi down onto the floor, hoping he'd find his way to where Mia was. I was not invited inside so I felt kinda awkward to just barge in, but I had to. There was this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Something bad already happened.

Migi let out loud cries, almost asking for help and completely terrified, while he paced back and forth, and glancing at me to make me hurry up and follow him.

My breathing stopped as I assessed the sickening situation right before my eyes; drops of blood from the kitchen counter scattered, as Mia continuously and relentlessly sliced her arms with a kitchen knife. Her dress was smeared with blood that dripped freely from her wounds.

What troubled me the most was her facial expression. Her beautiful eyes no longer sparkled as she stared into nothingness, the searing pain of every slash had no effect whatsoever, not even a wince was made as she continued to glide the blade across her white skin. To a commoner, she looked as if she was possessed by an demon.

I did not know what to do, but instead of panicking I tried to stay calm. The sight of blood caused my throat to spasm, reminding me of those days I used to smell and taste my own blood. Whenever I'd cut myself up, I'd lick the wounds and laugh crazily, and end up cutting some more, just like when you're addicted to a certain thing; You just need more and more of it, but the satisfaction you thought you achieved only leaves you dying in pain and suffering.

I was frozen at the spot, my mind confused, but as soon as Mia turned her attention to me, I snapped back to reality and started coming near her.

I tried hard to handle the crisis with great aplomb, my posture straight and steady. I uttered in an urgent but soft tone, "Put the knife down, love."

Her eyes were almost white and wide open, but still emotionless. The knife slowly made another wound. I know this phase, she was not yet satisfied with the pain she wanted to get, so she will cut some more if I don't intercede.

I took another step, not worrying about myself getting hurt. She backed a bit, now facing me directly. I did not flinch nor show any sign of fright as I took another step, my arms completely relaxed at my sides. When her back hit the fridge behind her, I continued to move until the knife in her hand touched just right above my navel, feeling its pointed tip piercing right through the fabric of my shirt and into my skin, creating a slight sting.

As if the wind blew over them, her dead eyes jumped back to life, and tears started to fall. I took the opportunity and grabbed the weapon from her and threw it away, and pulled her closer, but she resisted, placing her arms on my chest to keep distance.

"He's back. He's coming to get me... He's gonna get me..." she muttered shakily as she stepped away from me, with disdain and distraught took over her, pacing to and fro.

"Who's-"

"Theo is back. I heard his voice at the precinct. He was there, he's back, Yoongi. He'll come to get me..."

Her movements started to become robotic, as she grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet and briskly walked to the living room and sat herself on one of the antique armchairs. Her eyes were still unfocused, although the way she took out the bandages and the disinfectant from the bag, and started pouring disinfectant on cotton balls were in prefect precision, as if she's been doing these steps her entire life.