I was sitting on my hands again. Those two cold, soft, sweaty hands. It seemed like things were spinning out of control. Just when I had what I wanted, it was stolen and replaced with another thing I had no control over. The world we live in was made for adults with power, and until you were one of those adults with power they governed your life.1
With the books I had read, I had a pretty good idea of what some people did when they felt like I’m feeling now. A lot of them got all depressed, some of them got all mad at the world.2
And some of them cut.3
I had thought about cutting a lot, I think I’m some kind of masochist or something. Partially for the exhilaration, partially for another reason I hadn’t figured out, and partially (I suppose) for the obvious reason. For control.4
But no way was I going to let that happen, so I’m very careful about my hands. I sit on them and I never really expose my wrists. A lot of the time I rub them against things, as if the open air would slice open my wrists.5
Some people cut for control. Me? I stay in control by restraining myself from doing that very thing. And as long as I have that, at least I have something. Something is always a great start.6
Author notes
Please note the categories, those of you who know me personally. *ahem*Kathryn*ahem* FICTION.
Did I do a good impersonation here?
Comments
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Yes you did, its kinda eerie how you describe it because that's how my best friend would describe cutting to me. You seemed to capture the temptation to do it and also the urge to resist. You did a good job

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oh em gee. This is wicked disturbing...but it's deeply descripted...I guess. *shudder*
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Yet another GREAT story!
DeadlyTurnip!!
Omg I have been waiting for another one of your stories! I just love them all! Heres what I'll say about this story:
This was very different from the stories that I've seen you write...I did enjoy it though! It was very good...Hope to see more of your work! I'm a BIG fan! :-) Good job!

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Oh mer... please don't write anymore of this, or at least where
I can't read it... it made me super queasy, and I don't like hearing you talk about that subject.... at least not now... if you know what I mean...


