Former Puppet
Title: Former Puppet
Fandom: Original
For: 31_days
He traces the edge of the blade along the length of his index finger, pressing down but not enough to break the skin. The metal was cold, if it could feel at all it would uncaring just as he. Tighter he grips the handle until his hand shakes to near uncontrollable levels, once again he was a coward. He was unsure what he wanted more, the blood or the pain. The pain aspect was winning - just to feel anything, negative or positive. As he looked down at the knife he thinks of how got turned around, spun in circles and was turned into a person only recognizable by his father's eyes. With this blade he could break that image, do and be not what was excepted; instead of the puppet he'd be the puppeteer. He had control. He smiles for the first time in months as a drop on blood lands on the basin.
Fandom: Original
For: 31_days
He traces the edge of the blade along the length of his index finger, pressing down but not enough to break the skin. The metal was cold, if it could feel at all it would uncaring just as he. Tighter he grips the handle until his hand shakes to near uncontrollable levels, once again he was a coward. He was unsure what he wanted more, the blood or the pain. The pain aspect was winning - just to feel anything, negative or positive. As he looked down at the knife he thinks of how got turned around, spun in circles and was turned into a person only recognizable by his father's eyes. With this blade he could break that image, do and be not what was excepted; instead of the puppet he'd be the puppeteer. He had control. He smiles for the first time in months as a drop on blood lands on the basin.