Tragedy Island

PRELUDE

"There is a time and a place for everything."

Rain patters on the sill of a window, quiet and out of place in the small town below. No trees could reach the height of such a building, dead in the center of town. Wind intensifies around my small little green house, which is hidden and tucked away. The door to clacks incessantly on their frame.

In my fingers, a silver blade, thin like ice. Though they tremble under the pressure, I press harder through the doubt. A trail of thin blood turns into a river that coats my forearm and breaks into two separate trails on either side of my wrist.

It stings, but I am numb. Tears endlessly cascading down my face, so much so that I cannot see anymore. My hand lifts again, repeating with another empty slice. This makes five, I'm going for six. Each arm earning an equal amount.

More would show up tomorrow.

Another gives me the time to look up, seeing the trails of water making a strange pattern over a the smudges I had made the previous summer. The out line of a broken heart, inside the eye of a young women. Me.

It was chilly, cold rippling through my body in waves. My shirt was already stained on the rim, edges torn from previous uses.

I begin to press into the other arm. The pain from bruising and scaring kicks in and I wince, preparing to withdraw. I force it deeper again.

There would never be enough pain that could save me from my own madness, the distress consuming my soul in one full swoop. Tired of running, of spiraling into the depths of my own despair, I settle for the hallucinations that consume my thoughts. A blade swings for my head and I duck, fingers lacing through my hair.

Tight, like a noose around my neck, I swallow the salt and blood of consistent cuts on my face.

He'd come after me as soon as I set foot in the door and I was running out of ways to hide the excess bruises and broken bones from my teachers. No one spoke to me, no one looked my way.

Only a matter of time, I thought. The blade pressing against the artery on on my wrist.

However, today is not that day.

It is not my time.

Hello everyone, thank you for reading the opening to my novel. I hope you don't think it's too strong or anything. Leave a comment or vote if you please. I hope you guys have tough stomachs, you'll need them.