Narrative Anthology

A New Hobby?

WARNING: This story contains mentions of self-harm and suicidal thoughts as well as a homosexual relationship.

The bright eyed girl now seemed a memory as I looked in the mirror, my hands white from gripping the blade so tightly. Who'd of thought that a little piece of metal could be so comforting? My wrist and neck were each the colour of a rose. The deep red you find at the centre of a pedigree red rose. I stare into the mirror and glance to the red stream now flowing down my neck to my collarbone. Shouldn't this hurt? Am I honestly that numb to all pain that I can't feel a cut that could possibly kill me? No this cut can't kill me. The scar on the other side of my neck reminded me of this fact. I've cut deeper in the position on my neck and I'm still here to do it again so I'll be fine. As long as no idiot walks in again, I should be free to bleed out for a bit longer. I had to say it didn't I?

"Where is my beautiful princess hiding? Babe are you-" I looked ahead in the mirror as my girlfriend Jacinta walked into view. Great, here comes another lecture. I love my girl, I really do but she doesn't get that I need to do this, I just need it.
"Oh baby. Not again. Come here." Giving in, I turned around and walked into her arms. I sobbed into her shirt for a while as I bled all over her. I curled up in her lap as she slid down the door frame of the bathroom until we were sitting on the floor.

After hours of sitting on the floor, Jacinta started to pull me up. She sat me down on the side of the bath while she gathered the first aid kid and her personal stitching kit. Sometimes there were perks to dating a nurse. I tilted my head back to give her more room. Grabbing a wash cloth from the cabinet, Jacinta quickly ran it under the sink before using it to wipe the blood off the cuts on my skin. I didn't even flinch as the needle pierced my skin. Wow that's said, I'm just so used to things piercing my skin. God I need a new hobbie.