Title: When Only Pain Will Do
Author: hezziebob182
Rating: M
Summary: DARK FIC. One shot, Bonnie. Very disturbing. You have been warned.
AN: I need to relive some stress and I'm taking it out on bonnie.
Bonnie ran into the toilet and slammed the door.
She had no choice. It was the only thing she could think of to ease the feeling, the nagging sick feeling at the bottom of her stomach and behind her ribs that was eating her alive. She fished around in her bag for a pair of compasses. She would have preferred a razor blade but she didn't have one with her and she needed to start to soon to go and find one. She prodded the point into one fingertips a few times before pushing the sleeve of her shirt up. She picked at one of the old scabs, looking for pure white flesh to violate. Gripping the edge of the stall with her hand she pushed the point into her skin, slowly dragging it down her arm. It left a trail of tiny marks, tufts of up-heaved skin pointing skyward. The pain was too soft, too weak. She could still feel the distress and the nagging at her chest. She drove the point back down her arm quicker and harder increasing the force as it got caught and her arm resisted. She could feel the pain now, sharp, sweet electric shocks pulsing through her. It pushed all the other feelings out. Her body only had room for the pain. That's what she liked about it. Small spots of blood surfaced from some of the deeper parts. She pushed the point into one of them, scraping to make it deeper, intensifying the pain. The spot of blood became a small pool that trickled slowly down her arm, landing with a faint plop onto the floor. She breathed in deeply, riding on the waves of pain that ran through her so naturally. She sat down on the closed toilet seat and pinched at the flesh, encouraging the blood to flow. After a minute or two she went out to wet a paper towel and clung in to the angry red raised red bumps, the water just made the pain stronger. Then she tossed the paper towel in the trash, pulled her shirtsleeve back down and walked out of the bathroom.
Review or don't. Whatever. Sorry if that made you think I am twisted in the head.
