A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long, sometimes real like shit happens
Artie
It wasn't really self harm.
He didn't cut, and he most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.
Artie felt dirty,
Like he'd been dragged through mud and dirt and sand,
He wasn't even sure why anymore,
No dumpster tosses,
This always made him feel good and clean after those,
No slushies either,
but he didn't care why now, all he cared about was doing it
He dragged the metallic like sponge across his torso
Scraped the skin there until it was raw and then moved onto his hip
Then the other,
Then his lower back,
His arms,
His neck,
And finally his face
He pushes himself further into the water,
submerging his entire body until nothing but his still red shoulders are escaping the warm waters wrath on the roaring red flesh
His mother had run the bath, a perfect temperature.
He needed to stay in the water until the redness went down, so his parents wouldn't see.
He stared at the pot scrubber again,
He was clean,
Finally clean.
It wasn't really self harm.
He didn't cut, and he most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.