A random idea. An attempt at something truly angsty. Just a note, I have never cut myself.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Razor's Edge
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My finger grazed over the tip of the razor.
I held the razor delicately in between my index finger and thumb. I lowered my face so I was eye level with the blades. I brushed my blonde hair out of my face as I studied it closely. Three rows of the small sharp metal rested against the razor's base.
Why would something so small be so powerful a weapon?
I lowered the razor to my clear, clean wrists. I lightly pressed the blades against my skin. Gently lifting it off my skin, I inspected the area where it had touched.
Nothing. Not a single mark. Not even a simple line. My wrists looked the same as they had been before. A loud sigh echoed around the empty washroom. Placing the razor back where it belonged, my legs lifted themselves up and I found myself walking out the door.
I stopped right at the edge of the door.
Glancing back at the razor. My eyes locked onto the the small tool. It stared back, the gleam on the blades reflecting from the light. My hand found the light switch and pressed down on it. The room instantly became darker. The gleam was still there, haunting me. Clenching my fists and clenching my teeth, I walked back inside. I reached for the razor with trembling hands.
Pressing the blades against my smooth skin again. I paused, my hand and the razor shaking. I stared at it fiercely, not knowing what to do. Thoughts ran through my head. What am I doing? Why am I here? What's going to happen?
All became clear as I swiped the blades swiftly over my wrist.
I felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off my chest as I felt nothing but a sharp sting. My troubles disappeared down the drain, along with my bright red blood. My mind felt blank and I felt nothing. No more pain. No more agony. Nothing. I swiped the razor over and over my poor wrist, not thinking, allowing myself to become completely absorbed in the empowering act.
A gasp filled the air followed by a shriek.
Roxas!
The sudden noise snapped my mind out of the feeling. My cerulean eyes blinked. The haven I was in had fallen apart. I mentally woke up from it, only to find the bathtub to be dirtied with the red liquid that belonged to me. My own wrist quivered, blood still pouring out of the slashes I had made. The razor fell from my free hand, falling slowly in midair. It landed in the pool of blood that was my bathtub.
I felt myself retching and I blanked out, knowing where I would be when I woke up.
At the place where they sent the insane.
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End.
...I don't get it either. Reviews?