Jun 16, 2011 22:12
She hears things.
...Whispers.Do it. It can only hurt you.
She listens, because the voice in her head says that if she doesn't hurt herself,
she'll hurt her.She can't. Won't.
So she does what they say.
Until one day, she doesn't.She refuses to put the knife to her skin.
For a while, she's proud.
Then the whispers turn to screams.
They're not telling her to hurt herself anymore.
Herherher.
NONONO.They claw at her mind - scratchtearrip until she breaks.
She presses the knife to her [nononothiscan'twon'tbeisn'thappeningNO] skin.In the back of her mind there are cheers.