It was pretty in its own way. It shined in the light so nicely, even when it was me that was moving. It laid on the white tile so innocently, beckoning me to pick it up again. I know I really shouldn’t, but oh how I wanted to. It was my escape, it was my defeat. It was my life. It was my death.
I thought I had destroyed this craving so long ago, but…now it was back. It was so addicting to me and I didn’t know what to do. How was I able to stop myself from picking up this pretty little piece of metal and using it on myself? How?
Reaching forward, I pick it up and stare at the sharp edge with something akin to wonderment. That edge would part my skin for me, letting my blood flow. That edge would help me find my release. I smile softly as I used that edge against my skin once more.
It was pretty in its own way really, and it became even prettier with the red on the silver.
