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Laughter echos through the black air, the sound makes me want to scream.
Trapped in a depth of nothingness; except pain, hurt, and regret.
Other than that, no emotion at all.
That laughter's there again, but the sound to me is like screaming.
I fall to my knees, closing my eyes and covering my ears, in hopes that it will go away.
But it's persistent, everlasting, it even gets louder.
As if it were mocking me,
shoving it in my face that i can no longer bear this emotion.
Grinning down at my shaking form,
giving me a kick, another bruise to add to my collection.
Another cry; another laugh; another scream.
It picks me up off of my feet,
carrying me to the glinting metal,
even though i squirm to get away.
But though a part of me doesn't want it, another seems to take over
to guide me to my savior; my relief of pain.
It shines bright to me, yet dimly in the darkness,
and myconcience guides it to my already marred arm.
Entranced, i press down deeply,
as the laughter seems to dissapear slowly,
and my mind turns away from the emotional pain, and towards the physical.
Igrin in satisfaction as crimson seeps from my fresh wound.
Iraise it to my mouth, enjoying the sweet, yet coppery flavor of the blood.
Iput it down again, wondering if i should have done this.
My mind says no, but my consience tells me otherwise.
This was not self inflicted. It was because of others that i do this.
It's all their fault, not mine.
They wouldn't be laughing if they knew what they were doing to me.
...Or would they?
Igrow angry as i raise the knife once again,
not caring where it went this time,
slashing randomly, my blood spilling on the black abyss which is my floor.
Asadistic smirk crosses my lips, wishing you could see me here,
see what your neglegence has turned me into.
Idip my fingers in the blood, lifting them as high as i can get them,
putting them against what i think is the wall,
writing one phrase at least a hundred times.
So much meaning and emotion behind these six simple words,
repeated over and again.
'Look what you've done to me'
I bandage my wounds,
careful not to leave a trace of my mulitation.
Ipull on a sweater and join you quietly,
to sit in the backround as usual.
Hearing your laughter once more,
a smile crosses my face,
sadism flashes in my eyes,
pain stirrs in my heart.
But you don't knowtice; you never do.
SoI fade back into my world,
where theres nothing but hurt, pain and regret.
And i walk over to my knife, one thing on my mind again:
'Look what you've done to me.'
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As i call it, the sadism formula. It came from my evil twisted mind.
This is a one-shot but if you ask nicely, i might make it longer and into a story.
