She watched as the blood trickled down her fingers, tickling the tiny hairs on her knuckles and pooling around her nails. It had only came to her recently why she had taken to slashing. It was to remind herself that she could still feel. She winced slightly as she drew the dagger across the back of her hand, revelling in the small pain. She was amazed she could still feel it after trying for so long to feel nothing. Love, hate, guilt, she no longer felt them. The only thing left for her to feel was pain. Everything was pain.
It wouldn't have mattered so much if she could just leave but she knew if she did her first instinct would be to buy a gun and boom, the pain would be gone. Then she would feel nothing. That was what she longed for. Many people said that something was better than nothing, but she disagreed. She would prefer to feel nothing than to feel the eternal pain that was her whole existence. She longed for the day when she could draw the dagger over her pale skin and feel nothing. She longed for it so much she could…
"Rogue?"
She heard a voice behind her and quickly grabbed for her elbow length glove. She dragged it quickly up her arm to cloak the multitude of cuts and scars that covered her. She ran the water into the sink erasing the remains of blood and she slid the dagger into a sheath at her thigh. She was ready to continue her charade. She glanced back at the sink as she left the bathroom. 'Maybe next time.'
I was sitting "revising" when I suddenly thought this up. I had just watched the good charlotte song 'hold on' and thought 'oh, I could write an interesting fic'. So here it is. I know its a bit short and stuff but anyway hope u like it! J
Coletterby xx