Fear of scars
She sat there on her bed lightly caressing the blade in her hand. Various scenarios rushed through her mind. Repercussions, consequences, of what was about to take place. Her mind went to dark places. She thought about the various letters she'd written to every important person in her life and how those letters were hidden away, to be found at a time those very people would be able to understand, in the very least, why she did what she did. She thought about how she would glide that shining piece of steel over her waxen writing paper-like- skin. Her red river of life would flow out effortlessly and gracefully, as if it had been waiting for this day,to get out of the prison, she called her body. She thought about her marble tiles covered in liquid as if a water pipe burst in her room. How her mother would walk into a pool of slightly dried maroon, because by the time the sun rises, she'd be long gone. She thought about how this was the last straw, and she smiled. Everything wa...