AN: This is my first ever FF on . Please feel free to help me along the way, I love advice. :] Chapters will start on Fridays. :] And I'll update at least once a week on the weeked. Please review with your ideas.
The color of the blood stained razor against my translucent skin gave a feeling of coming home. Just as I made the first gash on the inside of my scarred wrist, I let the tears fall from my deep chocolate colored eyes. I was in the tiny bathroom of my one bedroom apartment close to downtown Seattle. I cursed to myself as the blood started to trickle down my wrist, and onto my pants, staining them. I let that happen all too often, I'd have to go shopping with Alice soon if I kept it up. I sat in the cold, tile covered floor, just crying and bleeding out all of my emotions.
Cutting wasn't new to me, I've been doing it since my mother, Renee died 5 years ago. I was only 15. I took it so hard when I had to move into my father, Charlie's house in the middle of fucking nowhere. But that seemed like ages ago. But, the memories of my mother's piercing screams as she was murdered in cold blood by her stalker ex-boyfriend still haunt me to this day. I guess that's why I started to leave scars on my body. No one knew about my little habit, not even my best friend. This was something that no one would understand, and I couldn't blame them, sometimes I don't understand why I do it myself.
AN: I understand if this subject offends any of you, but please take note, I am a former cutter, so I know what I'm talking about, but if you have a problem with my story, or if you don't think I'm painting the picture right, so to speak, please feel free to PM me. I'm all ears.