|The Razor Solves Sadness
Author: Lucy Labrador PM
I need to release the pain and sorrow. There's only one way to do it... pick up the razor.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 315 - Published: 10-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3063474
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Today has been terrible. I'm feeling that lowest of low, as I do most days. I've been through too much grief. I've had enough. The people around me don't care, all of them turn a blind eye to my misery. Although, it's not like I wanted to talk to any of them about my troubles anyway. I'm so glad to be home, pleased to be alone. No more noise, no more annoyance, just me, wallowing in my sorrow.
How long have I put up with this despair? Too long. It has devoured my self esteem and confidence. I no longer feel attractive or cleaver, I feel pathetic. At least I can do something about now that I'm home, alone.
I run a bath, it needs to be deep, needs to be warm. I need to cleanse myself of this anguish, I need to release the pain and sorrow. There's only one way to do it; get in the bath, pick up the razor.
I run it over my skin, over my arms and legs, slowly but surely. I have to avoid the veins though, I don't want to cut them. The impurity is getting removed from my body and washed off of my skin. I'll feel better now, just a little longer.
It's hurts… when I make mistake and cut too deep. I shouldn't do that.
Five minutes later, I'm done. The blade had slid down my arms and legs, I'm pure again. I wash all of the impurities off of me and get out of the bath. I set the razor down on the side.
My limbs, they're smooth now. I feel much better, I feel beautiful. All I needed was a little TLC to make me feel better. Admiring the shine of my legs I dry myself off, pull the plug in the bath and walk to my bedroom.
The Razor Solves Sadness