Title: 100 Days, 100 Drabbles
Chapter Title: Salem Falls
Word count: 447
Rating: M (I may change the rating of these drabbles up)
Warnings: Rated M for a reason, people. IF YOU'RE UNDER AGE 14/15, THIS IS PROBABLY TOO MATURE FOR YOU, NO OFFENSE INTENDED.
Notes: Although I don't want to change the rating on these drabbles, I care about this drabble too much to leave out. And lord is this drabble just…wow.
This is what I get from reading novels like "Salem Falls" (by Jodi Picoult) and the like. (But most especially that book, especially with the ending, and so I name this drabble after it.) Other inspiration came from radiantbeam, whose fic idea also partially inspired this.
Salem Falls
The scalding water hits her skin with such force and heat that it is a wonder she doesn't scream out in pain. But at this point she is beyond the pain, a million miles away from her body.
But that doesn't keep her from trying. And so she scrubs mercilessly at her scalp with soap, trying to erase the dirt that will never be gone, no matter how much she tries to erase it. Erase it from memory.
The glint of a razor catches in the dim light of the shower, and she turns to it slowly. It sits there innocently enough. Her hands reach toward it and grasp its soft handle, turning it over. The new blade shines in the light, and for once her mind is mercifully blank.
She brings the razor deliberately to her skin and is preoccupied enough that she does not see the shampoo bottle fall to the ground.
The sound alone is enough to make her jump out of her skin and she whips around, her eyes flickering widely around her. She spots the shampoo bottle on the ground and slowly picks it up, putting it back in its proper place.
Red. Blinding red and gold; colors of her nightmares. Too much red, blinding her sight immediately. Pain in ways she could never imagine. His voice, silky sweet but so devastating, words that should never be uttered coming from his deadly tongue. She only looks up the ceiling and surrenders herself.
Her mind flickers back to where she was, and she glances at her skin. The once porcelain white skin is now obscured with a cherry red blotch as bright crimson liquid quickly seeps out of a new cut.
She is mesmerized by the way the blood falls like tiny teardrops down her arm, and for a brief moment wonders if there is another way.
