Sweet Pain
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
A/N: Angst, bloody, inspired by Speak Up by Snickerdoodles4u.
Blood splattered on the floor, dripping down from the wound quickly. The cut was deep this time, but for the sake of it, not fatal, enough to feel again. The drips leaked into the crevices of the tiles, following the lines carefully, only diluting with water falling from the sink. Sniffles and sobs filled the tiny room, muffled only by a few towels at the edge of the door and the rushing of the water in the sink as it flowed freely from the tap.
Dragging the metal again, the skin ripped from the sharp edge, erupting with more precious liquid. Alabaster skin turned paler as the life blood drained from the wounds. Two should be enough this time, now that the pain was roaring in her head. Wrapping her arm in a towel, the girl submerged it in the overflowing basin and watched as the clear waters ran red. Pulling out her arm, she unwrapped the arm, squeezing the wounds so more fell before grabbing another towel. Waters stopped and drained quickly, soaking in the towel that lay on the floor, catching the mixture of crimson and clear. This would have been more real if the water was scalding or if substituted with alcohol.
Floors clean and dry, the towels in the hamper to be washed, to remove evidence, she rushed to her room. Once the door was locked, she reached under her bed and grabbed a shoebox filled with bandages. Rewrapping her arm in gauze, she hissed with pain, relishing that it was real.
One pain substituting for another, an equal distribution. There were only so many places to cut when they continued to scar her mind and heart. How much longer will they force her to do this until she dies?
Bitch. Slut. Whore. She was called every name that was ever invented, even the dirtiest word of them all. (A WORD I WILL NEVER SAY OR TYPE, unless screaming at Yoko Ono for breaking up The Beatles, the bitch.) The people who "care" don't. Eyes glazed over, she was nothing more than an empty shell, walking around for all to torment, to force her to cut her arms, to starve herself because only pain was real now, only pain, no love, no hatred, only sweet delicious pain. Only the razor could bring her sweet pain…