Painful Silence [Wattys 2015]

: Day Five :

I looked at my drawing in admiration, the colours swirled together creating one giant mess. Which just made it even more beautiful. The blood red paint dripped down the canvas, making me smile.

I was mesmerised, at the blood dripping down my arm creating the perfect portrait. Made with a paintbrush made of silver, which glinted in the light. I placed the sharp item on my skin, ready to drag it downwards but stopped short when I heard a scream. It was like a plea, a cry for help. I stood up, looking around but it wasn't coming from anywhere. Though the screaming continued, causing me to cover my ears but it did nothing to stop the screaming. I wanted it to stop.

Make it stop

And then just like that the screaming stopped, only to be replaced by harsh whispers. I felt every hit as they threw insults at me.

Slut

Whore

Fat

Ugly

Bitch

The words continued whilst I just laid by the bathroom sink, blade in hand. It felt like hours before the whispers said the last few words.

Look at yourself, your fat, ugly and a disgrace to this world. You don't even deserve to live.

I looked up, at myself in the mirror and whispered to myself.

"I know"