this story is kind of like my story 'Scream', only, in this one, there's actual cutting and drugs and all that. please do not read this if you do not like self harm, drugs, sex, anything like that. thank you.
BPOV
I gasped in pain as the scissor blade slid across my skin, digging deep into my wrist.
I don't love you, he said. You're a worthless, pathetic slut. Who the hell would love someone as ugly as you? That's right. No one.
I let out a whimper, pulling the blade even wider across my wrist, being careful as to not stray from the line I had perfected every single night.
My 'cutting song', I called it, was playing in the background.
"Be my friend..." I muttered, hissing at the pain in my wrist.
The beautiful pain. The sweet bliss that took me away from the outside world for at least a night. Every night.
The cut was complete and I dropped the scissors, sinking towards the floor with my back against the wall.
"Hold me..." I muttered again, listening to the song as tears ran down my cheeks, my mascara now staining my face.
"Wrap me up, unfold me..."
Silence.
There was no one there. No one who cared, no one who listened. No one who dared to watch this poor, insignificant girl tear her life to shreds.
"I am small," I whispered. "And needy."
I listened to the song a few more moments, letting the physical pain wash away the emotional pain.
As the song came to a close, I whispered the last line of the song to myself.
"Warm me up and... breathe me."
If only someone would.
song- Breathe Me by Sia