The Tin Man

by Brooke N. Hart

When Jade's world comes tumbling down, she begins to cut her wrists, trying to relieve all the pain. She even attempts suicide...three times. But then...Markus showed up. And he turned her world, right side up again.

I smiled when the knife touched my skin. I kept on sawing, waiting for blood to show. I would take a small break, waiting for the blood to appear. When it didn't, I tried again. I let out a huge sigh of relief when the blade touched me. There was no more pain in my heart, only pain coming from my arm. The cuts didn't hurt as bad, at least, compared to my heartache.

I quickly stopped the blade. The pain began to swell again. But, I kept my smile on my face. I had won. Even if it was just a few seconds, the pain had vanished. It felt so...relieving.

I scrunched up my eyes, and looked at my arm. Sure enough, the cuts were starting to turn dark red, as the blood rose to the surface.

I was finally the tin man. It felt as if I had no heart. I loved that feeling. No heart, no pain. I had felt nothing but the blade. My soul was numb. I was heartless. And . . . I completly enjoyed the sensation.