Clasping my hand across the razor, I shakily dragged it along my pale skin. Blood began seeping out, painting the sink red.
I let out a few gasps of relief before washing the smooth metal and storing it away at the bottom of my toothbrush pot.
This entire time, I ignored my arm until the very last step.
Cleaning.
I bit my lip, putting my arm underneath the cold tap and watching as the red washed away and showed the damage.
It was worse than last time, and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to keep this up.
Scowling, I stared at myself in the mirror.
Idiot.
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don't say goodbye // asano gakushū
Short Storymajor tw: suicide and self harm. i wrote this at age 15 and never put trigger warnings. "the last thing i heard was you whispering goodbye and then i heard you flatline." © delicatedahlia
