InnocenceA Story by TopHatGirl
I've always spent a long time bleeding. Self harm is beautiful, I believe. The will to control your actions, how you die, if you can live. Simply beautiful. Whenever the blade caresses my skin, I feel gorgeous. I shine. I do not hide the scars, I show them off with pride. I wear short dresses and tie my hair up. I'm especially joyous of the long gash that goes from my chin to my ear, along my jawline. People trace it with their fingers gently, amazed by my handiwork. They ask why I do this. I tell them. Sometimes they do not believe me. They think I do this to hurt myself. But I insist, very much so, that I do not feel any pain when I do as such. I feel warmth, and bliss. My mother makes me take pills. They feel cold. Not like the knife lets me feel. The knife snuggles and kisses me. The pills writhe throughout my body, disrupting the peace. They make me feel weak.
In defiance of the medication, I kept it up. The scars got deeper and longer, sending pleasure shivers down my spine. I hid them so I wouldn't get more pills. My parents started to smile at me again. For my birthday the gave me a beautiful gold necklace the would swoop down across my heart. It was so pretty, that I thought I would adorn it with another cut. I took my little knife and it kissed me along the line of the necklace. Everything went black then. It was black for along time. I would hear things though. "Small chance." "Critical condition." "Coma." But then I heard my mother. She was crying. "Pull the plug," she said. This isn't self harm. She was killing me. I wanted to kill me, when I was ready. I was going to be beautiful. So beautiful. My light dimmed as everything went black forever. © 2010 TopHatGirlAuthor's Note
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Added on December 21, 2010Last Updated on December 21, 2010 AuthorTopHatGirl[Redacted], NVAboutHi, I'm TopHatGirl! If you're here about my character lessons or to get some advice, email me instead of messaging at [email protected]. This is because I don't go on this site as much anym.. more..Writing
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