Skin Eater, an Original Story
Title: Bad Habits
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Mildly disturbing thoughts. Mild blood.
Summary: "Why do you bite your thumb? Isn't that, I dunno, bad?"
Author's Note: This is one of the few stories that is strictly based on my real life. You'll know who you are when you read this.
"For the LOVE OF GOD, will you stop doing that!?" Leo brought my hand away from my mouth. "You'll get that thing infected!"
I felt like a little kid, because then he was holding my hand to keep me from biting my skin off. "Come on, it doesn't bug anyone else, but me. Let go!" We were somewhere... I think it was Uncle Jerr's.
"No, but as a friend, I don't want you doing that. It's a bad -- HEY!" He grabbed my other hand, which had found it's way to my mouth. "Stop. It." There was something in the way he said it, and him treating me like a kid that made me want to stomp my foot and scream.
On other days, it's Mori who does this.
"What's wrong, Suzy?"
"Nothing."
She does this nervous smile that kinda says, "yeah right," all on it's own. "I'm not sure," she said. "You're awfully quiet."
I showed her my thumb. "That's cuz I'm biting into the skin at the tip." I told her, while she studied my thumb. It was missing chunks and pieces and it hurt one side, because I bit the flesh down to the blood. Pulling it to the side hurts and pressing anything on that side causes it to hurt very badly.
"Why do you do that?"
How can I answer this? My body reacts on it's own, wanting to cause self harm (despite my disapproval) It wants blood, and it doesn't matter who or where I get it from. So long as I feel a type of pain or discomfort. So long as it's blood.
I bite my finger at certain times or places though. When I'm angry, or something's bugging me, I bite the tip of my thumb.
When I'm angry at myself, I cut the tips of my fingers.
Upset? I nibble on my pinky (I think).
Nervous or, shy? I poke.
Everything I do has a meaning... Just think about it.
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Mildly disturbing thoughts. Mild blood.
Summary: "Why do you bite your thumb? Isn't that, I dunno, bad?"
Author's Note: This is one of the few stories that is strictly based on my real life. You'll know who you are when you read this.
"For the LOVE OF GOD, will you stop doing that!?" Leo brought my hand away from my mouth. "You'll get that thing infected!"
I felt like a little kid, because then he was holding my hand to keep me from biting my skin off. "Come on, it doesn't bug anyone else, but me. Let go!" We were somewhere... I think it was Uncle Jerr's.
"No, but as a friend, I don't want you doing that. It's a bad -- HEY!" He grabbed my other hand, which had found it's way to my mouth. "Stop. It." There was something in the way he said it, and him treating me like a kid that made me want to stomp my foot and scream.
On other days, it's Mori who does this.
"What's wrong, Suzy?"
"Nothing."
She does this nervous smile that kinda says, "yeah right," all on it's own. "I'm not sure," she said. "You're awfully quiet."
I showed her my thumb. "That's cuz I'm biting into the skin at the tip." I told her, while she studied my thumb. It was missing chunks and pieces and it hurt one side, because I bit the flesh down to the blood. Pulling it to the side hurts and pressing anything on that side causes it to hurt very badly.
"Why do you do that?"
How can I answer this? My body reacts on it's own, wanting to cause self harm (despite my disapproval) It wants blood, and it doesn't matter who or where I get it from. So long as I feel a type of pain or discomfort. So long as it's blood.
I bite my finger at certain times or places though. When I'm angry, or something's bugging me, I bite the tip of my thumb.
When I'm angry at myself, I cut the tips of my fingers.
Upset? I nibble on my pinky (I think).
Nervous or, shy? I poke.
Everything I do has a meaning... Just think about it.