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Description
Slash.
Another.
More.
Wider, longer, deeper.
Blood.
Tears.
Anger.
Calm.
Love.
Hate.

These words, feelings...All of them rushing through the young man’s mind as he cut. Every time the sharp metal of the glistening razor blade came across his already scarred skin, every moment he watched the crimson leak from the gashes, was a moment of calm and clarity. A moment to think. But most of all each fresh wound was a distraction, a few seconds of blissful escape from the hell his life had become. The worst part, what hurt even more than the raw cuts, was knowing that he had broken his promises. His solemn vows to everyone who cared for him, telling them he wouldn’t hurt himself anymore. All of them broken in a single moment of desperation, looking for sweet relief. The thought of how severely disappointed everyone would be just made him want to cut more. So he did. He slashed and cried, the hot tears dropping to his arm and stinging the hateful wounds. He set the bloodstained blade aside and laid back on his large, soft bed, wrapping the meager blanket tight around his arm as a tourniquet before closing his eyes and falling into an uneasy sleep.

Story is (c) RandomSalamander

Description
Slash.
Another.
More.
Wider, longer, deeper.
Blood.
Tears.
Anger.
Calm.
Love.
Hate.

These words, feelings...All of them rushing through the young man’s mind as he cut. Every time the sharp metal of the glistening razor blade came across his already scarred skin, every moment he watched the crimson leak from the gashes, was a moment of calm and clarity. A moment to think. But most of all each fresh wound was a distraction, a few seconds of blissful escape from the hell his life had become. The worst part, what hurt even more than the raw cuts, was knowing that he had broken his promises. His solemn vows to everyone who cared for him, telling them he wouldn’t hurt himself anymore. All of them broken in a single moment of desperation, looking for sweet relief. The thought of how severely disappointed everyone would be just made him want to cut more. So he did. He slashed and cried, the hot tears dropping to his arm and stinging the hateful wounds. He set the bloodstained blade aside and laid back on his large, soft bed, wrapping the meager blanket tight around his arm as a tourniquet before closing his eyes and falling into an uneasy sleep.

Story is (c) RandomSalamander