Hiii, this is my first story on this account! It's nothing special, just a short 1 pager. Hope you don't mind the Homestuck :) TRIGGER WARNING: Death, Eye Gore, Blood, Mutilation, Self Harm.
This can't be happening.
She's awake, for sure.
You can wake up now. This isn't funny anymore.
At this point I was frantically shaking the limp body. The warmth of her blood was starting to ebb away, leaving a stone cold darkness to her complexion. The more violently I shook her, the more it became evident she would wake up.
She was dead.
I let myself stand up, and slowly back away from the body. It felt as if my heart had been tossed out and stampeded on. My hands shook vigorously, with an inability to stop. The look in her jade green eyes, with a single tear drying away. I wiped my own face, to only find it soaked in tears and blood. The thought of her being dead only brought on more tears.
After what seemed like I forever, I closed my eyes. I shut them and never wanted to open them again. If I opened them, I would see a world without her. A world I never want to see. A world I cannot see.
Trembling, I bent over and picked up the small blade on the ground. It was almost as heavy as her body. With a secure grip on the scalpel, I gingerly lifted it up to my face. I stared at it. I stared even harder at it. I stared at that blade so hard, I strained my eyes.
I set the blade down. I couldn't do it.
Yes I can.
I decided I would gradually make it up to my face.
I started with my ankles. Slash, slash. The candy red blood trickled down my ankle. Slowly, yet surely, I made it up my body, harshly mutilating the soft, somewhat tubby flesh. I was beginning to fade from the blood loss. But I could still see. And that's what I needed gone.
My chin. Slash, slash.
My nose. Slash, slash.
My cheeks. Slash, Slash.
My ears. Slash, slash.
The moment I had been dreading finally appeared. Though beginning to black out, my vision wasn't gone. I need it gone. It's torturing me. I turn my head to the lifeless body on the floor. She's swimming in a pool of her own blood. Her own misery. Her own sorrow. I couldn't see this. I needed it gone.
I lifted the tool in front of my face, the sharp end point at me. I counted.
One.
Two.
Three.
I don't remember what happened after that. The pain was incomparable. The pain was like seeing her die, over and over again. But I got what I wanted. What I needed.
A world I couldn't see.
A world without Kanaya Maryam.
Haha sorry it's super short! I hope you liked it :) Please leave a review and favorite if you did! And if you don't mind following me, that would be great too :P Have a good day!
