DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"This bitterness you hide
It seeps into your soul
And it steals your joy
It's all you know
Let it go"
-Newsboys
Thank gods above, below, and all around I found it. A week full of nothing but pure hell but I found it.
The blade kisses my smooth, pale skin. I watch my red anger ease slowly from me. Oh sweet release! It is not enough. My tears fall on my arm, mating with my blood. I slash away. I feel myself going with the flow of my blood, my tears. Down. Down to my happy medium of my emotional roller coaster.
It does not hurt. Some people think it does. They are wrong. It only hurts before, before you do anything. The hurt, the anger, all pent up inside. It hurts. But when it is out...
Not all of it leaves, you know. It is still there. A constant reminder of who you are waiting to be set free. And it cannot be set free. No, yes it can. But that only happens when you end it all. When you finally let all of it go.