Terrible Things [h.s.]

Prologue

Maybe her problem was not the absence of love. Maybe it was the absence of a physical property of it. It has never been something you could just reach out and touch. Point to it and say exactly what it is, and why. It has no measurable size and no shape. It could vanish in an instant.
Chances are, it will.

My legs shook as struggled to stand upright. My entire body felt stiff, and my face felt as if it was burning. As I looked around my cluttered bedroom, memories shot at me from everywhere. The nightstand, the dresser, the mirror, the floor. I glanced behind me at the bed. Wet spots covered the top portion where my head had been just moments ago, while the bottom of the bed was cluttered with stuffed animals, all with plastic eyes and brightly colored fur.

I just want to throw up.

I picked up my phone and checked for messages. Still none. To be honest, I was somewhat suprised. He's never given up this easily before.

With that though, my body shook with another sob. I cried out, lashing at evrything in sight. My fist connected with the mirror and glass flew everywhere. I stomped my bare feet around in it, enjoying the pain. I glanced at myself in what remained of the mirror. I looked broken. Completely and utterly broken.

I slowly walked out of my bedroom, trying to calm myslef. Pain shot through my chest, my arms ached, and my legs tried to give out. My anxiety was at it's peak. I did manage to make it to the bathroom. Thank goodness that's as far as I really needed to.

I hit the floor, feeling the cold tile come in contact with my knees. The pain was barely noticable, as was the pain in my fist and feet. My mind was elsewhere, a place I'd rather it not be. I subconciously reached upwards toward the sink. I slid my hand around a little to find what I was looking for. The moment I felt the cold metal on my skin, I grabbed it.

I pulled the thin piece of metal down to my arms. As soon as it came in contact with my skin, I pushed down hard. The surface broke immediately. I had never gone this far before. I slid the razor further, creating one thin slit. Then I made another. And another. And another.

Pretty soon, my entire body was covered in blood. I looked down at myslef, really taking it in. It was pathetic.

How did I ever get this way?

Author's Note
So hiiii yes this story is going to be somewhat intense at parts, possibly with smut so if you're sensitive to certain things like that I suggest you not read. But yeaahhh so anyways I'll try to update every day, I'll let you know a schedule as soon as I make one tbhh xD Follow me on twitter for information on updates..
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