Darkened Shadows

Darken Shadows:1

The gleam of the blade flashed with the pale light of the room. It was almost like it was a thing of beauty, yet it was a weapon of evil in her life. It meant that she had done something wrong again. Maybe it was that snack she had eaten or that test she failed. Her perfection would be her down fall.2

The handle was smooth to her hand and the blade itself was smooth to her skin. One swipe would produce a fresh line of dark red. One swipe would provide the pain needed to forgive her of her imperfections for the day.  One swipe would remind her why she was who she was. 3

The blade was cold to her skin. It was her authority, her religion, and her life.  Once she caught the fever she would be unable to stop, but she had to. Her hand moved swiftly in short motions. Tears streamed from her face as a warm trick of blood slid down her arm in its wake. The pain was just a cruel reminder, the aftermath she needed. 4

She laid herself on the bed allowing the fresh cut to fester and bleed onto her white sheets. Like a lion with a thorn in its paw, she cried out to anyone who would listen. No one would ever respond she knew. No one ever cared what happened to her. Deep inside she knew that these statements weren’t true, but who was she to say that her own reality was wrong? That fate had not destined her to this desire for pain?5

The next day she would select a shirt that would cover her wound. No one would see. If they did, what would they think? That she was a freak? Her life would change and her small vale of perfection shattered. Her image would be destroyed, her life ruined. So, in her quest her cry for help would be ignored by those who cared and noticed by those would could not help. For the physical pain is only temporary but the emotional pain would last forever much like the scars. 6