CutA Story by marker_cWrote this years ago now. Being a teenager is hard!I sit, staring at the blade as it catches the light. Gently I turn it from side to side, examining the metal, the small indents in the blade, the sharp point. A sudden rush leaks through my body as I push the blade further out of its plastic cage. Fear rushes through my veins as I lower the blade to my pale skin, I stop and stare, tears welling in my eyez, my heat races. I feel control, power, fear. My arm moves swiftly, lowering the blade to connect with my leg. The fast motion leaves my heart racing. I stare down at the cut, blood seeps from the wound. The red liquid flows from me, pain hits and sends a shot of electricity through my body. The pain is real, the blood is rich and warm. There isn’t enough to please the thirst within me. Another swift movement leaves another line of red, My heart aches, as I stare at the blood, flowing over my skin. Tears well in my eyes as I take a third swipe.
I control were the pain comes from. © 2013 marker_cReviews
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1 Review Added on January 10, 2013 Last Updated on January 10, 2013 Authormarker_cNew ZealandAboutI have always enjoyed writing and it has always been for me and the ones I Iove. I have a bad habit of writing down what I think/feel and not editing so would love some feedback. more..Writing
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