Title: Her Pain
Rating: M
A/N: I know this is a bit short but if u like it review and i'll write more. How do I get a beta writer to help with spelling and things I was told to get one? Thanks to all my people that are helping me I love you all so much. This is for you guys love you for ever and always!
She slammed the door shut and lent her back against it. She let out the breath she seemed to have been holding for such a long time. All the anger that was inside her started to pour out along with dry sobs, she couldn't cry. To cry would be to accept what happened, what she had done.
Suddenly all the tears came, what she had been holding back for almost ten months now, all the pain, the anger, the sorrow. It all came pouring out of her. She started to go into a panic, she slide down the door. She now sat on the cool wooden floor rocking her self slowly back and forward, back and forward. It vaguely registered to her that she should slow her breathing, 'honestly,' she thought, 'I don't want to, I don't care.'
She crashed her head back against the door. She could only just feel the pain. So she did it again, this time much harder than before. It wasn't working. She wanted to feel pain, wanted to hurt herself as she had done so many times before. She slowly and shakily got up and started to make her way towards the fridge, which she knew contained a badly hidden bottled of vodka.
She swung open the door to the fridge, grabbed the bottle and opened the lid. She took a large gulp then shook her head at the harsh taste it left there. That was good. It hurt and she was slightly pleased with that. It wasn't enough. The pain wasn't strong enough. She went to walk over to the drawer but fell in the process. She reached up and clasped at the handle of the drawer and felt around for something, anything that was sharp enough for what she needed it for. What she always needed it for.
Finally she found a pair of scissors. She pushed up the sleeve of her top and held the scissors open in her left hand. She clenched her fist and pressed the blade against her skin. She pushed down, hard. She had done this so many times before she didn't even have to think about what she was doing. She felt nothing. Then a slight searing pain where the blood began to shine. Then more blood. Then more and more. It was pouring out of her arm now.
Her mind was going into shock as it so often did after she had done this.
"Sara!" she heard someone shout.
"Sara are you in there?" she couldn't tell who it was.
'Oh well they will go away eventually. With that thought she past out hitting her head on the floor as she went down.
"Sara please answer it's Grissom!"