Rating: PG-13- this story deals with self-mutilation. If you don't like
that sort of thing, please don't read it. I don't want to offend anyone
with this story (it's my first attempt at writing fic- please don't flame
me!); I'm just drawing off some personal experience.
Disclaimer: "CSI" and all of its characters belong to CBS.
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Crimson
A pale white line appeared on her skin as she made the first cut, white quickly replaced by red as the blood slowly trickled down her arm. She watched in fascination at the patterns made by the river of red, before it flowed to the dark pool in her palm.
It didn't hurt, not like she thought it would. There was pain, yes, but it didn't hurt.. if that made any sense. It did to her. The pain was a release from the constant numbness that filled her heart and soul every minute of every day.
She made a second cut, and a third..each getting deeper and deeper. The trails of red were flowing faster now, each drop helping to erase the numbness, until the floor below her glittered with a layer of crimson. Her limbs fell limp and she let her eyes flicker shut, waiting for eternal sleep to overtake her body.
The door creaked open and heavy footsteps crossed the room.
"Cath?" his voice sounded distant, but she could hear the fear and concern laced in every word. He carefully hoisted her into his arms, his desperate pleas breaking through the peaceful darkness that encompassed her.
"Please, Catherine, open your eyes!"
She felt cloth around her wrists, an attempt to stop the bleeding. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she came to the realization that he was going to save her. She didn't want to be saved.she didn't deserve to live, why couldn't he see that?
The ambulance came right away, a crowd gathering outside the room as he slowly lowered her onto the waiting stretcher. Blood stained his shirt, the evidence of his futile attempt at staunching the blood. He stared at the ambulance as it sped away, the shrill sound of the siren slicing through the silence of the office. Slowly, people trickled back inside, returning to their work. He remained outside, chastising himself for his blissful ignorance. Why hadn't he seen it before?
He just hoped that it wasn't too late.
Disclaimer: "CSI" and all of its characters belong to CBS.
***
Crimson
A pale white line appeared on her skin as she made the first cut, white quickly replaced by red as the blood slowly trickled down her arm. She watched in fascination at the patterns made by the river of red, before it flowed to the dark pool in her palm.
It didn't hurt, not like she thought it would. There was pain, yes, but it didn't hurt.. if that made any sense. It did to her. The pain was a release from the constant numbness that filled her heart and soul every minute of every day.
She made a second cut, and a third..each getting deeper and deeper. The trails of red were flowing faster now, each drop helping to erase the numbness, until the floor below her glittered with a layer of crimson. Her limbs fell limp and she let her eyes flicker shut, waiting for eternal sleep to overtake her body.
The door creaked open and heavy footsteps crossed the room.
"Cath?" his voice sounded distant, but she could hear the fear and concern laced in every word. He carefully hoisted her into his arms, his desperate pleas breaking through the peaceful darkness that encompassed her.
"Please, Catherine, open your eyes!"
She felt cloth around her wrists, an attempt to stop the bleeding. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she came to the realization that he was going to save her. She didn't want to be saved.she didn't deserve to live, why couldn't he see that?
The ambulance came right away, a crowd gathering outside the room as he slowly lowered her onto the waiting stretcher. Blood stained his shirt, the evidence of his futile attempt at staunching the blood. He stared at the ambulance as it sped away, the shrill sound of the siren slicing through the silence of the office. Slowly, people trickled back inside, returning to their work. He remained outside, chastising himself for his blissful ignorance. Why hadn't he seen it before?
He just hoped that it wasn't too late.