Silence:Joshler

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Trigger Warning:Cutting

Tyler-
I slip out of the bed careful not to wake Josh since he deserves rest. Walking into the bathroom I begin to undress to shower. I turn in front of the mirror to see my skin lined in faded scars, some are darker and others are nearly white. The ones that are still reddish pink were from two months ago, the third time my voice was held captive between my teeth. I slip my shorts off now looking at the scars lining my thighs which are far worse than the ones on my stomach. My thighs are littered in thick scars, some even spelling out words. I slowly trace my hands over the countless insults and harmful punches thrown at me before I begin to scratch at them. My mind races and my breath is held captive with my voice. Searching frantically under the sink for the plastic bag that holds my razors. This time I trace over the cuts with a sharp piece of metal, watching the blood trickle down my body and mix with the warm bath water turning it a slight pink.

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