Monster, Monster
One Suitcase
was all she needed to pack her most beloved possessions. I didn't know what had happened, i just knew that I couldn't stand hearing Patricia scream at my sister, who stood in the living room. Her hand tightly gripped the handle of the suitcase, and she was ready to leave. I walked fast through the kitchen and slipped into the hallway, avoiding everyone and retreating to the bathroom. I silently shut the door and made sure it was locked. Inside the drawer was my Betty Boop lunchbox, and inside that was the object of my desire: the Red Devil razorblades.
I stripped myself of my clothes, and sat in the cold empty bath tub. I let the blood run. With the high, it felt better than what i had imagined sex to be. The red over the paleness of my skin, the silver under the soft flesh, letting the inner emotion release. Not too deep, but enough to let it out. When I left the bathroom, all the lights were out, and my sister was gone. But I felt much better.
I stripped myself of my clothes, and sat in the cold empty bath tub. I let the blood run. With the high, it felt better than what i had imagined sex to be. The red over the paleness of my skin, the silver under the soft flesh, letting the inner emotion release. Not too deep, but enough to let it out. When I left the bathroom, all the lights were out, and my sister was gone. But I felt much better.