Twenty Five
A razor. Josh held the razor between his index finger and thumb. It was so close to his skin. It barely touched it at the moment.
He wanted the sharp blade to interact with his skin, desperately wanting the relief he longed for in his mind.
Even though he'd never cut himself before, his body wanted to feel that pain.
But then, Josh dropped the razor by the sink, crying. His tears streamed down his face and dripped onto the floor. He slumped down, sitting on the carpeted tile of the bathroom.
"Not today, Josh." He whispered to himself, pulling his wrist to his chest and hugging it with his other arm.
Spit beaded around his mouth; his tears connected with it as it fell. He breathed heavily; his breath hitching with every other breath.
Sniffling, Josh wiped his tears and stood up. He picked up the razor blade and hid it behind lotions and pastes in the cabinet above the sink.
Not today, he thought.
Not today.
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not today | joshler
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] The world would be better if I stayed in the same room I was born in. [self harm & depression] started: march 20 2017 ended: april 21 2017 um so i wrote this when i was in 7th grade so it sucks. 2017
