Before I continue into the story…
DISCLAIMER WARNING – this micro story is not for the easily offended, young people, depressed people or anyone else with any kind of nervous disposition. Read on at your own risk, the author takes no responsibility for those who choose to read on and then feel upset or harmed in anyway!!! RATED 18 – NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER AGE
Okay with that out the way, for those who feel they can read on, here goes (disclaimer: this is not based on real life, but could easily be real…)
The cool steel slide along like blades on ice, leaving a feint but growing red streak in its wake. She lifted, moved it down about a centimeter and felt a rush of adrenaline as it pierced again, a little deeper this time.
She took a deep breath as the pleasure kicked in where pain should have been, heart pounding ferociously as the deeper ooze of red welled, then followed the path of the steel quickly surpassing it like a flooding river. Then as a river tumbles over a cliff to become a waterfall the scarlet stream flowed over the edge, splashing a perfect circle onto the brilliant whiteness below, puddling instantly.
Placing the steel aside she brought her mouth to catch the ebbing flow before it stopped. Looking at her handiwork without the barest glimmer of regret she turned to begin the clear up… A square of kitchen roll pressed lightly against the stemming streams, quickly soaked and stuck in place, another absorbs the blotch on the white side…
Rolling down her sleeve to cover the tissue a single tear tickles her cheek, and she wipes it away – it is meaningless. She retrieves the abandoned blade and runs the taps and wipes it clean of the evidence and returns it to the block amongst her other tools of self-injury – then returns to her chores before the household awakes, and another ordinary day begins…
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