Hi! This is an angsty little drabble I wrote back in 2006. I have re-uploaded it for spelling/grammar changes and it will become a 2-shot.
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Jack sat by the fire.
He lifted the scalpel up experimentally, drawing it lightly against his fingers.
He glimpsed at Kate, double-checking she was still asleep for this was something he couldn't get caught doing.
His mind suddenly made up, he dug the scalpel into the sensitive skin at his wrist, wincing as the blade turned red and his skin shone crimson.
He stared at the flesh, mind reeling from what he had done. He silently debated with himself, face and mind as impassive as each other.
Kate stirred as Jack felt the warm blood trickle down his hand and drip of the end of his pale finger-tips, he set down the instrument beside him, blocking out the piercing pain that ran through his arm.
He heard the rustling in the trees, and the cool wind that numbed the pain- but only slightly.
He wiped the pouring blood across his shirt and pulled the sleeves down covering his raw wrists- knowing the next morning he'd have to tell Kate the stains were hunting marks- or something like that.
Jack held his head in one hand, again reaching for the knife. Twisting it around as he examined it- he knew he could never end it all- even if the urge to do so was unbearably strong.
He raised the scalpel again...
Please R+R if you're interested in reading another chapter :)