Devastating Beauty
WARNING
I do this because I care. Because I have friends on my list that will be effected, and because of any possible issues this subject might raise. This entry is about cutting. It's probably pretty triggering, so read at your own caution.
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Closing her bedroom door quietly, she retreated to the deepest darkest corner of her dresser drawer. There, amongst the bunny rabbit socks her mother had given her for Christmas, was a razor blade she had so carefully selected from one of her father's exacto-knives, and it was patiently awaiting her return.
She marveled at its sleek elegance, mesmerized by the beautiful shine that it cast around the room. This object wasn't just beautiful, it was sexy. It toyed at her like a lover would toy at the heart. This was her ultimate form of foreplay, nothing else has yet compared to the glory and all-encasing passion that this tiny object held.
Twirling it slowly between her fingers, she allowed herself to feel the cool metal heightening her emotions, sending thrills of lust down her spine. How she longed to let its smooth edge glide effortlessly against her flawed and porcelain skin.
No.
No, something wasn't right.
She paced around her room, trying to figure it out.
"Ah... yes" she breathed, as she crossed to the door and turned off the lights. The only thing visible now was the black-lit lamp shining brightly on her bedside table.
She sat at the very edge of her bed, and peacefully waved the thin piece of metal through the air, weaving it in and out of the eerie glow. Flashes of pale blue light danced at her face, throwing everything into shadow. The tension was building, as her hand shook to control itself.
She paused, and gently placed the clean, sharp blade lovingly on her wrist. Barely a whisper against the skin. Her breathing quickened and quavered as she pressed it tighter onto her flesh, watching as she made her skin indent and expand with varying ranges of pressure. The moment was coming, it was coming fast, but she kept her fingers perfectly steady. Blade, pulsing with every heartbeat. Faster and faster they climbed, in harmonious unity.
Before either her brain or her hand can think, the blade had lifted with a mind of its own, and in a flash of faux moonlight, struck out against the spot it had been caressing.
Give it a moment.
Shining crimson fury rose gently to the surface, pouring out on its leisurely journey down the palm of her hand.
That, was for her math teacher, giving the class extra homework "just because he felt like it".
The rage that had been threatening to overcome her from the moment she had come home, finally burst through its cage. She had to stifle a scream of longing as she writhed against the soft sheets of her bed. Over and over, faster and faster, her fingers whipped through time and space, landing with complete precision; practiced veterans of their art.
Rage erupted into pain, which reared the graceful head of despair. Wave after wave of pure guilt washed over her, suspending her in triumphant sorrow, until one final heroic strike silenced all emotion.
Like a giant tide of an orgasm, she rode through the crashing waves of passion, until her body and soul ached with sweet release. All that she was left with now, was her strong, heaving breaths, and the gentle oozing down her arms.
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I partnered with poppetawoppet for this Week's LJ Idol challenge. Go read her chilling tale about Apathy HERE. [Warning - Suicide Content]
[This entry was written for therealljidol - Season 6 - Topic 12]
I do this because I care. Because I have friends on my list that will be effected, and because of any possible issues this subject might raise. This entry is about cutting. It's probably pretty triggering, so read at your own caution.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Closing her bedroom door quietly, she retreated to the deepest darkest corner of her dresser drawer. There, amongst the bunny rabbit socks her mother had given her for Christmas, was a razor blade she had so carefully selected from one of her father's exacto-knives, and it was patiently awaiting her return.
She marveled at its sleek elegance, mesmerized by the beautiful shine that it cast around the room. This object wasn't just beautiful, it was sexy. It toyed at her like a lover would toy at the heart. This was her ultimate form of foreplay, nothing else has yet compared to the glory and all-encasing passion that this tiny object held.
Twirling it slowly between her fingers, she allowed herself to feel the cool metal heightening her emotions, sending thrills of lust down her spine. How she longed to let its smooth edge glide effortlessly against her flawed and porcelain skin.
No.
No, something wasn't right.
She paced around her room, trying to figure it out.
"Ah... yes" she breathed, as she crossed to the door and turned off the lights. The only thing visible now was the black-lit lamp shining brightly on her bedside table.
She sat at the very edge of her bed, and peacefully waved the thin piece of metal through the air, weaving it in and out of the eerie glow. Flashes of pale blue light danced at her face, throwing everything into shadow. The tension was building, as her hand shook to control itself.
She paused, and gently placed the clean, sharp blade lovingly on her wrist. Barely a whisper against the skin. Her breathing quickened and quavered as she pressed it tighter onto her flesh, watching as she made her skin indent and expand with varying ranges of pressure. The moment was coming, it was coming fast, but she kept her fingers perfectly steady. Blade, pulsing with every heartbeat. Faster and faster they climbed, in harmonious unity.
Before either her brain or her hand can think, the blade had lifted with a mind of its own, and in a flash of faux moonlight, struck out against the spot it had been caressing.
Give it a moment.
Shining crimson fury rose gently to the surface, pouring out on its leisurely journey down the palm of her hand.
That, was for her math teacher, giving the class extra homework "just because he felt like it".
The rage that had been threatening to overcome her from the moment she had come home, finally burst through its cage. She had to stifle a scream of longing as she writhed against the soft sheets of her bed. Over and over, faster and faster, her fingers whipped through time and space, landing with complete precision; practiced veterans of their art.
Rage erupted into pain, which reared the graceful head of despair. Wave after wave of pure guilt washed over her, suspending her in triumphant sorrow, until one final heroic strike silenced all emotion.
Like a giant tide of an orgasm, she rode through the crashing waves of passion, until her body and soul ached with sweet release. All that she was left with now, was her strong, heaving breaths, and the gentle oozing down her arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I partnered with poppetawoppet for this Week's LJ Idol challenge. Go read her chilling tale about Apathy HERE. [Warning - Suicide Content]
[This entry was written for therealljidol - Season 6 - Topic 12]