Lines
Story Title: Lines
Story Summary: But, if you had your way, they'd be like the lines. Predictable, easy to control, and easy to conceal.
Genre: Angst
Chapter Focus: #933 of 1000 Theme Challenge, "Water"
Chapter Rating: T for mentions of self-mutiliation
Word Count: 300+
POV/Person: Second
Spoilers: None
Author's Starting Notes: This started out with me watching the rain, and somehow ended up as angsty Cuddy reflecting on cutting tendencies. Needles to say, I was shocked with where my mind took it, but not unpleased. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this. Review please.
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Time Stamp: Posted February 23rd, 2009 (pushed back to the 24th due to login issues)
(#933)
When you open your window in the morning, mist has collected there. It gives the entire thing a surreal feeling, like maybe something special, or significant happened in your absence.
You blink your eyes slowly, just watching it.
A single drop of the liquid seems to come away enough to run down.
They run, and run, making lines down the glittery surface.
You notice, these lines aren't perfectly straight and symmetrical. These lines are damaged, rugged, and crooked.
Natural lines.
They make patterns, then eventually hit an edge of a sliding pane and evaporate into nothing more than another starting point, or traffic lane for future droplets to end up in.
You blink again.
The lines never come out the same, never in anyway.
Unlike yours. So unlike yours.
You thrive on making sure that every single time the lines are the same. Same length. Same distance apart. Same amount of pain, pleasure, and blood.
You are careful not to nick anything when you do this. You don't have to worry too much. Being a doctor and all, you actually know a little something about the human body. You also know quite a lot about hormones. Which leads to the question of why yours seem to be ruling you.
They seem to have you acting differently, and not just to you, to everyone. You nearly cried the other day in the office when you never show so much as a grin half the time. You almost stabbed House with your pencil when you usually just go for the banter option. Hormones.
Another lingering blink.
They never go the same path either.
But, if you had your way, they'd be like the lines. Predictable, easy to control, and easy to conceal.
But not everything can be made with a razor blade. And scalpels can only do so much.
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