04July06 - 3:30AM"Roll 'em up."
"You know exactly what I mean. Now roll them up or I'll do it myself."
((She can see the tears welling in her mom's worried eyes...this happens everytime.))
She looks around the room; hoping for a distraction((the one that never comes)). Her mom stares knowingly at the long sleeve ((but it's Summer?)) she has fixed between her thumb and forfinger. ((Pinching so tightly, wishing that her mom would just give up.))
Tension. She's still waiting for her mom to leave the room. No matter how much her mom begs her, she'll never be able to reveal all those horrible reminders that shine across her once perfect skin.
Every line and ridge under her American Eagle flannel ((the one her mom bought for her)) screaming the same horror story.
It plays over
like the music she plays to drown out her sobs (("How did I become this?"))
the tears falling ((almost in rhythm to the music))
mixing with the crims
06July06 - 3:00AM((This isn't a memory. It's just something really, really random. I really didn't stop and think about this at all. I just kept typing and this is what it turned out to be.))06July06 - 3:00AM7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How does it feel?"
"How does what feel?"
"You know...dragging that blade across your skin. Does it make you feel alive; like you can breathe again? How many lines does it take until finally you're able to feel again? I remember that night it took 77...you could feel the first 30, but after that you couldn't feel a damn thing. You wanted to be scared, but it felt so fucking good. You knew that if you couldn't hurt yourself, no one else could. Tell me, does it bother you?"
"Does what bother me?"
"The scars. The stares. The questions. I mean, do they ever bring you down? Oh that's right. No one ever sees them. Tucked away under those long sleeves of yours. Doesn't it get hot? Doesn't anyone ever question that? Of course they do. It's fucking 90 degrees outside and you're in a button-up, long sleeved Abercromb