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Tip of the Blade
Prologue
Damn, She thought, flinching and gasping at the sting of the blade on her wrist. She had done this numerous times before but the experience didn't numb the pain much. She glanced at the clock, it was a quarter after two in the morning. Her father, would be home soon. She had to hide the evidence, but she'd only just started. She couldn't sleep anyway, the nightmares were getting worse. The images kept flashing through her mind and her muffled screams echoed in her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and ran the knife over her skin once more, this time she felt the warm blood pool above the cut. She smiles slightly and lets it drip onto her pants. If her father saw the stain she could blame it on her period.
She felt the stinging start to fade and she starts to get the high she always craves. She runs the knife over her arm a few more times until she had four thin bloody cuts. She was getting dizzy and set the knife beside her knees. She then picked up the brown plastic peroxide bottle and the cotton balls. She soaked one and rubbed it over the first cut and gritted her teeth as the foam started to bubble up. The burning was apart of the escape. She repeated this process with the other wounds. Still dressed in her school uniform she stands up, she had been sitting in the middle of the living room floor in the dark. She turned and saw the picture of her late mother smiling on its shrine. She bit her lip.
"Mom…it would be different with you here. I know it would…." She whispered and gathers the knife, bottle and cotton balls. She hides the peroxide and cotton in the bathroom under the sink and takes the knife to her room and stuffs it in her bag. She sighs and works to quickly wash her clothes for school the next day. After bandaging the cuts and changing into a long sleeve T-shirt she walks into her room. The front door of the apartment clicked open and she rushed to bed, pulling the covers over her head. Her bedroom door creaked open and she heared the familiar feminine male voice of her father.
"Oh Kotoko, our daughter is sleeping again. Such an angel our Haruhi is." Her father, who went by the name Ranka, said softly. Haruhi started to tear up as he talked to her mother in heaven. If only that were true, Dad. She thought, closing her eyes as he closed her door. If only….