"Mum...I fell down and it hurts!"
"It's okay, Andrew. Just go get a band-aid sweetie."
Looking back on that one conversation everyday, I remember, one little scrape needed a band-aid, yet now one large wound needs a bandage and surgical tape. I climbed out of bed tiredly and began to walk down the stairs. I felt my shorts rubbing the million bloody cuts on my thighs, my shirt rubbing my bruised shoulder, and only could wonder how falling out of a tree hurt this much. I quickly remembered my mum was sick, so off to making soup. I grabbed the carrots to chop, chicken noodle soup had always been her favourite. Chopping and chopping and cutting my finger, wait. I had cut my finger.
"Well shit...it's gonna fucking bleed.,"I mumbled to myself as I went to the sink to rinse the cut. The cold water burned on the cut, but something wasn't right. It actually felt good. This was the beginning of years of hell, but I hadn't realized that at the time.
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Cuts (remake)
General FictionThis is a remake of my first story ever posted....I really wanted to do something special for my followers and that is y most liked and read story, so I decided to do an entire remake of it! I hope you enjoy!
