Blinded by pain

Summmary:
It seems some people are made to suffer, some are hurt everyday...and some hurt themselves. But what happens when you can't seem to stop, when your memories literally cut your skin...or when your body seems to eat itself. You'll find you hardly notice when you're blinded by pain.


Prologue.

She held her knife tightly, in such a grip it left marks in her skin, she shook in anticipation, she shook in determination and she shook in fear. Her sweater was left discarded on the floor, she knelt beside them in the darkness, her hair stuck to her skin as sweat covered her body like a sheet, and tears were threatening to fall as her lips trembled.

She flinched as she ran the knife across her skin, leaving a trail of blood behind it, her eyes widened as it slowly slid from her wrist onto her floor, red raw scars overlapped each other on each wrist, but her sweater was always left on. And on her face there was always a smile, no one saw what she was doing now, no one saw the lust to see her own blood gleaming in her eyes, even though she was terrified, and tears poured from the pain her knife caused.

Her hand shook as her ran the knife over again, she moaned with a mixture of pain and satisfaction, it was sick to look at, and it was hell to feel, but in her own way this was how she let it all out, she didn’t take it out on games, or punch bags, or suppress it, for Rosie, this was the only way.

She switched hands and ran the knife over her other wrist, she bit her lip as she opened an old scar, she shut her eyes in determination not to cry out as she cut into an artery, she let out a shudder as heard the sound of skin breaking and blood vessels quietly bursting. She stayed where was watching the blood slowly drip from her wrists…then as she watched it drip into her floor, she then heard it, foot steps, she was in the attic, the only reason anyone would come up here was to see her. She scrambled to her feet.

“Rosie?” A voice called hearing her shuffling as she looked for her gloves in a frenzy. Rosie stopped, it was Daniel, he couldn’t find her like this, and she found her sweater and pulled it over her head with the still oozing blood. Only then she opened the door.

“Daniel! What can I help you with?” She asked breathing a little heavily.

“Are you ok? You seem a little…anxious.” Daniel said one side of his eyebrows rising slightly in suspicion.

Rosie’s gaze flickered to her sleeves, luckily Daniel’s didn’t follow. “There’s nothing wrong with me Dan, I’m…just feeling worn out, hard classes today.”

“Right…I was wondering, do you wanna go out and grab dinner or something, none of the guys wanna cook and Bri said she’s not hungry.” He stuttered slightly a small smile adorning his features. Rosie’s eyes widened, blood had started to seep from her glove, she moved her hands to rest behind her back, she would usually jump at the chance to spend time with her friends, especially Daniel.

“Sorry Dan, but I’m feeling too worn out from today, maybe tomorrow kay?” Rosie lied rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Err…yeah sure.” Daniel replied looking a little crestfallen, and Daniel felt her heartstrings pull. “Another time…sounds good. Make sure you rest yeah?”

“Course.” Rosie reassured him nodding vigorously.

Daniel nodded, as he walked away Rosie let out a breath and shut her door tight behind her, she locked it as a drop of blood dripped onto the wooden floor and her eyes widened once more, she hurried into the small bathroom joined onto her room, she pulled on the roll of tissue paper and watched it roll out she tugged off her sweater and pressed it to her wrists. She slid to the bathroom floor, still pressing the tissues to her wrists; she felt her eyes droop as she fell into an uneasy slumber.

Another close call, again no one found out, she was safe…for now.

Next chapter will be longer, this is just the beginning, and remember, this is for mature readers. It's rated for the following:

cutting

bulimia

and rape

I do not promote any of these in any way.

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this.is definitely your genre...

but try not to make your stories so alike i can't tell which is the other ok?

but keep it up.

That was really good Im writing a story sort of like that one and wow Hurry up and write more i want to know what happens