Hello Fanfic people! Just now my car keys almost scratched me and it triggered something sensually and mentally and this is what happened. It's short because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it, but I'm posting it because I feel satisfied with it. So ENJOY and review if possible and tell me what I should do with it. :D
OH OK! due to the recent reviews I believe I should write this down here...
I STRONGLY PERSONALLY TRUELY PHYSICALLY MENTALLY SENSUALLY PHYSIOLOGICALLY PSYCHOLOGICALLY OTHER ANY OTHER WAY LY DO NOT SUGGEST YOU TO CUT YOURSELF! THIS WAS JUST MADE BECAUSE THE DARK SIDE OF ME WAS ITCHING FOR A SCRATCH WHICH A SCRATCH TOWARDS AN ITCH COULD HAVE DONE THE JOB! I IN NO INTENTION SUGGEST CUTTING! PLEASE READ THIS AS AN EVIL ONE SHOT OF MINE AND NOT SOME KIND OF SUGGESTIVE PERSUASIVE DEVIOUS MANIPULATING SCHEMING CALL TO THE WORLD CUTTING ONE SHOT!
I hope you understand and agree to let me keep this up on fanfic land for people to ENJOY because I really like this one shot.
Have you ever tried cutting yourself?
No, not the kind of cutting you get from a paper cut, or the kind you get from the slip of the knife when you try to peel the skin from an apple.
No.
It's the kind of cutting in which you grab the first sharp thing that you see, holding it in your hand, caressing it like it's the last thing you will ever touch. You slide your fingers ever so slowly around the sharp area of the object, just to make sure it is sharp enough to cut through anything with one swift move.
Oh yes.
One swift move is all it takes.
That's what the sharpness is for. As your fingertips dance along the sharp edge, carefully, cautiously, deviously scrapping it to feel the sharpness, adrenaline building, smile smirking with evil, and your eyes dancing like a demon.
But be careful.
Don't puncture your fingertips. That's not what you want.
What you want is for that sharp object to cut through the most vulnerable area of the body. A place where you know can bleed like no other area as you sit in the bathroom watching the blood stain the white tiles.
Red and white. Just like a blood stained white rose. Pure and innocent but flawed.
Remember.
One swift move with something sharp.
Alas, that is the end.
Now all you have to do is wait.
You wait until your eyes start to close, you vision start to fade away, seeing the red and white blurring together.
You wait until your ears cannot decipher any sound at all.
You wait until your brain stops recalling all the memories, scenes, thoughts, images, ideas, everything, and anything.
You wait until the darkness swallows you whole, your body losing the sense of feeling.
Alas, you are dead my friend.
You are nothing more than a lump of skin and bones.
You are nothing more than a mere memory of those who love you, those who hate you, those who understand you, those who know you, those who recognize you, those who ask you why.
As time keeps on clicking by, the world continues to live on without you.
Now tell me, my dear friend, have you mastered the art of cutting?
So... what do you think? I know I'm weird for writing this just because some car keys just barely scratched me. I wish it did... then my hand won't be aching for it... wow that came out weird. :P If people are wondering who is the narrator, the answer is no one you can imagine it to be anyone. Also, I haven't cutted myself before and after a day or so of reviews, I agree this is an ominous one shot and people who took the time to read it should understand that the words are coming out from the devil within me, but you know to listen to the angel inside you, and just enjoy it as a regular story.
:) NEWBIE OUT!