The
Bladeby
Skyler Griffin, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, USA, Age
16
Taking
the blades out of her disposable plastic pink razors became a daily
routine. The task was now quite easy. Before, it would take her
at least twenty minutes to get the shiny pieces of metal out, but
now it only took her five. After the small sleek blades were out
of their razor cage, she set them along the soap scum-stained sink.
As the floor creaked under her polished toes, she placed a sturdy
wooden chair under the speckled, gold doorknob of her bedroom door.
It always made her smile by how perfectly the chair would fit between
the door and the floor. Overhearing her parents have their usual
argument, her ears grew hot. She then turned on the shower, her
excuse for locking the door, and shuffled back to her dimly lit
bathroom. When the door squeaked close, she could feel her heartbeat
grow weak. The steam pressed against her face, and reality began
to slip away as the mirror became fogged. Even though reality faded,
depression, sadness, and guilt began to cascade over her. She thought
of all the atrocious things that had happened to her and all the
things that were wrong about her. She faltered, crying. Unfortunately,
her weeping was drowned out by the pounding of hot water from the
shower faucet.
She reached for the first blade,
and slowly put it under the hammering water. Her head and her body
started to throb. She thought she couldn't feel any greater pain
than what she was already experiencing. She quickly ran the blade
across the veins of her wrist. Blood began to appear, and slowly
trickle down her freckled, skinny forearm. She sighed with relief,
knowing that the pain she felt in her gut would soon be swallowed
up again. But the anger still burned inside, and taunted her to
go deeper. The next few cuts were quite easy to execute. With each
cut sinking into her soft skin, she felt powerful, and in control.
The steam from the shower became
overbearing, but her body languished in it and seemed to lust after
the humid atmosphere. As her body was enthralled with the intense
wetness of the heat, her consciousness began to escape her. She
had longed for this drugged and dreamy state. Though she was intoxicated
with ecstasy and helplessness, she felt extreme empowerment. Advancing
in her high, she glanced at her arm. Blood was still gushing from
her self made slits. They made her feel as if they were the gills
that allowed her to breathe, to feel…to live. More thoughts
swarmed in her naive head, curious to know what greater feeling
she could give herself. She looked at her other forearm, which was
bare and untouched. She could see the veins that slowly pumped the
blood in and out her body.
Making four fast strokes, she
watched blood pour out. Her high hit more than ever and so hard
that her head knocked against her rickety wooden cabinet. Water
from the shower started to overflow. She could feel the wetness
flood into her clothes. Unable to peel her blonde head from the
cabinets, she lowered her eyes. They widened when she realized that
the water was not only consuming her but also her blood. Her rapture
was suddenly exchanged for dizziness. In the distance, she could
hear banging at her locked bedroom door. Her voice had run away,
along with the ecstasy she felt moments before. Fear now shadowed
the pleasure in her eyes. Her palpitating heart grew weak and faint.
Echoes of pounding from the water and her parents were lost in the
heat that was overwhelming her. All was drowning was her own puddle
of despair and chaos. For she always knew when to stop. Or at least,
she thought she did.
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