Ok. So I've decided to put all of my works on hold and focus on a new one. I felt really bored with my stories, so I'm writing a new one. Lol.
Here's a sneak peek at my new story. Please let me know what you think.
A thin line of red appears moments after I lift the blade. I watch as it thickens and trails down the side of my thigh. As I make another cut, the bathroom fills with the familiar metallic stench. I slide the blade across the width of my thigh once more and feel the day's oppression and anxiety start to lift and fade away. The weight lifts off my chest. I stare blankly as my thigh is covered with my blood.
After four more slices, I stand and go to the sink, setting down the blade and wetting a washcloth. I sit again on the tub's edge and wipe my blood from my legs. The pristine white of the rag now tainted red. My thin cuts stop bleeding after a few minutes. With another towel, I dry my thighs off. I go to the sink once more and wring the washcloths out before washing my hands and my blade.
Drying my hands off, I look in the mirror above the sink. I hold my stare for a second before looking away, disgusted.
You should be, that dark voice hisses, You're a repulsive piece of trash.
I contemplate sating the monster and making a few more cuts.
Do it! You know you deserve it. Do it! The sinister voice urges me on.
My vision blurs with tears and I snatch the blade off the sink's counter. I grip it tightly in my hand, my knuckles going white. My fist shakes and the first tear falls. It takes everything in me to set the blade down and leave the bathroom.
