See the DISCLAIMER in the previous chapter. This was riginally posted May 2, 2006 at Hatori-chara's LJ.
Warning: Some thoughts of self mutilation/suicide.
WHEN THEY ATTACK, THEY COME IN DROVES
No, I'm not okay. I don't feel okay.
It's like there's a void slowly eating me up inside. Starting with my heart.
And the scary part is that I like to wallow in that feeling of nothingness, because I feel like I have nothing else. And that clinging to something--even if it was nothing--would give me the false sense of being alive.
I want to be rid of this feeling. I really do. I just don't know where to start. And it kills me that I don't know how. How ironic I'm becoming someone I have read in medical journals, even talked to patients with such affliction.
The broken razor is still in my hand. One slash and it should all be over.
Something warm runs down my face. Oh, what a coward I am...
The blade clatters on the bathroom tile. I'll clean up later.