Author's Note: Hello! I am terribly sorry that I have not posted in at least a year or two. I am hoping to revive all of my stories this summer, but first starting out with something new. This is the intro, and if you are interested in reading the rest, please leave a review so I know people actually want me to write this! Thank you all for your patience. xx
(Also, please don't take any offense to this, I know this is not realistic at all. You'll see what I mean.)
Intro
It wasn't a pain she had ever experienced until now. It ripped through her veins, seething every nerve, and it ignited her adrenaline hormones into a frenzy. It was agony, it was anger. Her fists clenched together, absentmindedly digging her nails into the raw skin of her palms. She felt every cell burst into flames, raging.
She could've screamed at the top of her lungs, or gone on a rampage through the house, breaking windows and mirrors, slamming doors, and shattering plates and glasses. She could've combined the two options.
What she truly longed for Olivia Benson's gun. Had it been attached to her hip, she would have shot them then and there. Instead she backed out of the room without a sound, while her eyes burned and her throat tightened. She knew he was serious in their conversation last week, but she didn't realize he was that serious. She never imagined he could do that - it wasn't him.
She realizes she doesn't even know who he is anymore.
As the hot water streams down her naked body, burning her flesh, she allows the tears to fall. The water is searing, and her skin is tingling and turning pink. She allows herself to break, sinking to the shower floor and curling into a tight ball. She blames herself, for caring too much and not enough.
She grabs her razor and looks at the delicate flesh on her wrist. Has it come to this? The sharp metal rests on her vein, and she squeezes the handle until her knuckles turn white. She uses more force while pressing the blade to her skin. She clenches her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut, her breaths becoming accelerated until she inhales deeply and doesn't release. Her hand never moves. Her lungs are burning.
The thunder of the razor crashing to the floor startles her, and her eyes shoot open while she's gasping, breathing in the misty air.
Nothing but water trickles down the drain. She drops her head against the shower wall and closes her eyes once more.
Should I go on with the story? Please let me know!