WARNING. Triggers; cutting, death. If you are susceptible to these themes, if they trigger bad feelings please do not read or stop reading immediately. Other than that, enjoy.
Trying to avoid my worried boss, I grab the half-full trashcan and duck out the back door. Checking behind me to make sure no nosy coworker had followed, I set the bin next to the door and lean against the concrete wall. Had my life really come to this? Hiding in dark ally ways and trying to find the guts to actually go through with my plan? I glance down at my watch. I’ve got ten more minutes before someone becomes suspicious. Sticking my hand in my pocket, my trembling fingers brush against cool metal.
Am I going to do this?
Yes.
Gripping the sharp kitchen knife, I place my ear to the door once more to make sure no one was coming. I hear nothing, so I go back to my work. Slowly pulling up my sleeve, wincing slightly as the rough cloth rubs against previous cuts and injuries, I take the knife and ever so quickly pull it across my too-pale skin. My eyes instinctively tear up, but you could see the clear smile dominating my face.
I missed this.
Why did I stop this? It’s so…refreshing. My so-called ‘friends’ don’t understand. I feel in control. The only time I can feel in control. Ripping the sharp implement across my arm again, I watch my deep red blood flow from the new aberration.
One for the dead end job.
Two for the incapability to love.
Three for so many failures.
I’m feel…faint. But I’m glad I did it. I can at least die, knowing I relieved my sins…
Darkness is overcoming my sight, and with the scent of copper filling my nose, I close my eyes.
Peace.
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