Melissa looked in the mirror.
She stared at her torso in ver reflection. Ver stare was unfocused, shaky even. Melissa breathed heavily. She watched ver chest rise and fall. She took off her clothes from the torso upwards. Once she was bare, ve took a knife off a surface nearby. Ve held it up to the bottom of ver breast, having only the flat side touch it.
Goosebumps ran through her body from the cold touch. Her heart could burst out of her chest at any moment. Ve flipped the knife over; her heart was about to get its wish. She held her breast with ver empty hand. Melissa was sweating as she felt the world around her spin. She gulped before she dug the knife into her flesh.
Blood ran down her body. Despite the immense pain, she kept going. Ve bit ver lower lip so as to not scream. Looking in her reflection, it was like she was watching a scene from a show; it simply didn't feel real, yet here ve was, cutting into herself. Before she knew it, she cut the entirety of it off. She dropped it onto the floor and blood got anywhere once it hit on the ground. Blood was everywhere on one side of her upper body. It got on her uninjured hands.
Her body trembled as her brain yelled at her to stop. Not that she listened to verself, though, as she started to do the same to the other breast. Everything around her spun and swirled, nothing in ver vision was spared. It was getting harder to breathe, but Melissa continued despite that and the trembling. Just like before, it came right off and it fell to the ground. The front of ver body was warm, borderline hot. Ve released the knife and it hit the wooden floor. The sound of metal rang throughout the room and any areas nearby.
Melissa dropped to her knees. Ver knees and lower legs were stained with ver own blood. Her vision started to become blurry. Tears ran down her face. Breathing properly was like climbing Mount Everest at this point. The same could be said for remaining steady; there was no part of her body that wasn't trembling now. Ve was close to passing out.
Ve finally succumbed to ver impulses, but at what cost?
A/N: When you're content with your boobs, but your brain will sometimes be like "haha but what if we chopped them clean off" and you're like "nah shut up" and write this at 3AM as you're trying to sleep before you throw your phone back under a pillow until you wake up. No I don't know what's up with my head, but it produced this so take it I guess