Its just me and the Gillette now.
I turn up the music louder. Radiohead's "Creep" crackles on the stereo.. I absorb it. I hear it. I feel it. It's me.
I stare blankly at the tiny stains on its blades before lowering it to my skin.
One cut. I'm a liar.
Two cut. I'm a fake.
Three cut. I'm a horrible daughter.
Four cut, Five cut, Six cut. More?
Bad girl bad girl bad girl. I can barely feel it. It doesn't feel like my body. I've forgotten pain, I am invincible, I am a warrior to myself.
Then reality hits. The blood stains my fingertips.I caved. IT won again.
I start crying.Here I go