i peel the skin off around my nails, watching the bits of flesh fall to the concrete ground as the skin reveals a new pink layer. i sit, waiting for the blood to gush out, but it doesn't. not anymore. my circulation has probably stopped. i wonder if I'm even alive, if i ever was. i snap the hairbands on my left wrist, repeatedly until there's a red circle. little things like these i have to do. you can judge me if you want. i don't care.
nervously cracking my knuckles until the cartilage wears thin. scratching my hand until there's nothing left to scratch. digging my nails into my thighs so, so deep my nails break. punching the wall until my knuckles are all bloodied. screaming until my throat goes dry and shreds. talking until I've said all i can. repeated my whole life up until now over and over, even predicting the next series of events. often the same, everyday. wake up, shower, get dressed, first rich man, second rich man, third rich man, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth...... so many i lose count. they probably do as well.
DU LIEST GERADE
silent whispers
Mystery / Thrillera girl, client X, is held hostage by a mafia boss and used for money. basically a day-in-the-life of her..... tw this is sad asf
