Monday, June 6, 2011

Cutter, part 5

Joe didn’t come to see me the next day. So I had to get my fix from somewhere else. It wasn’t hard to find an alternative. So many ways to get people to act like they care, at least temporarily.
I carefully removed one of the hooks from my bra and started the scratching, the bleeding. It felt so good, like a release from all that was pent up inside of me. And it had secondary gains.
It didn’t take long for word to get around about what I had done, especially since I told a few people.
They didn’t look as impressed as I expected them to. So next time I would cut deeper.