The tears blocked Janie's vision as she ran into her bedroom, sobbing. She didn't even know why she was crying this time. Each time had run into one continuous pain, so constricting that she couldn't escape. Janie was at the end of it all, she no longer had the energy to help herself. Only to cry.1
Through her tears, everything in her room seemed to glimmer. A sharp flash of light out of the corner of her eye caught Janie's attention. Sitting on her nightstand was a pair of scissors, innocent enough on their own. Janie picked them off, feeling the cool metal slide across her hand. If only she could...2
No. She was better than this.3
But what she? Janie imagined the blade cutting through her skin, invoking a sense of control and power that Janie thought was lost forever. 4
"What am I doing?" Janie muttered, disgusted with herself.5
She threw down the scissors on to the bed, angry that she could even think of committing an act like that. Janie didn't even know how to do something like that. Cutting was for weaklings, those who were lost. People who could no longer help themselves. Not people like her.6
Janie crossed the room, needing to escape her own thoughts, her own sinister ideas. Is this what she wanted to be? Was this her?7
No. No. No.8
She could fight the urge. 9
The scissors were back in her hands now. Janie stared down at the instrument, wishing it hadn't come to this. That there was some other way. 10
But there wasn't.11
Janie did the only thing she thought she could.12
The blood and tears ran together down her arms, in a pale red river of pain.13
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This is cool. It leaves you in suspense, will she or won't she? If you have a sequel, I can't wait. If you don't, I still like this.
This actually hit me hard. I used to do the same thing. I would pick up scissors, put them down, pick them up, put them down. I actually told myself the same exact things that you character did. Creepy..... When I actually did it, I was so shocked with myself, I had managed to usually stay strong. It actually made the pain worse for me, rather than helping it.
I love the last sentence too.
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Cutting was for weaklings, those who were lost. People who could no longer help themselves...
idk if thats what you actually think...but either way thats wut i used to think before i started...but its not tru either way..neway this is seriously awesome and your an amazing writer -
Liz, you know I love Janie's stories, you never fail to amaze me...
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--; Cutting yourself.. believing it is the way for things to be better in life.. But in reality, it's not the way.. It just makes things worse than they already are. This is surely a great title for this chapter in the story. I cannot wait for the next one to come out, so that I may read what will happen to Janie.. At first, I thought that she was not going to do that to herself because she said that she's better than that.. that people who cut themselves are people who are lost and are weaklings.. but then, she did that to herself, and it just tore my heart. Janie is not a weakling and yet she did that to herself.. In life, there is so much stress, problems, and things that we cannot understand.. and yet we want to find that place where you are loved and safe and warm in someone's embrace and surrounded by friends and family.. we want that so much.. yet we think cutting will do the job.. and yet it won't. I hope that Janie can see that throughout this story.. Shwanky job, Liz.. you've done it again!
Wishing-Blue
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