A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts #016 – afraid.
Confidential Confessions: First and Last Times
(Story 1: The Door)
2. Asparagus, First Time
She didn't even remember the first time she'd cut in to her skin: just that it was a perfectly beautiful feeling she couldn't find anywhere else.
The rest of the world just disgusted her. The way they tore at her body and her mind until there was nothing of value left in either of them – but they never touched her blood. That made it hers: only hers. To do what she willed with it. Slice her wrists until they bled dry. Rub her sticky red arms with somebody else just to feel a sense of companionship…
And maybe that was why she hadn't died. She'd been waiting for someone to join her. To sink with her and then float, taking her along. To see those deep scars and pick out the first, tentative or accidental one. To tell her why she'd done that: why she'd been unable to stop doing that once she'd begun.
And maybe to stop her from doing that again as well. But she was also terrified of that.
