7 February 2013
It was time. It had gone on for too long, and it was out of control. It had to be stopped. I could take no more. It was driving me insane. A million questions ran through my head. Should I? Shouldn't I? Why had I let it go on for so long? Could I control it? Would I even dare? I was sat squarely in front of a large gilt framed mirror, and implored with my reflection for guidance. It, in turn, just smiled sweetly back at me, a crooked smile, which just seemed to say, 'Do It.' So I did. Mind racing, but totally decided, I picked up the blades to rid myself of this...this thing. I turned the blades over and over in my hand, cutting my finger in the process. They were sharp! And surely they would serve me well. One last look...one last thought. Reason, will you come? No, for I am already there. I raised the blades, slowly, in the hope that I might come to my senses and just try to live with it, but I'd already lived with it too long. I raised the blades, and as they reached my head, I closed my eyes, sure I was doing the right thing. It was time. With the cold steel reflecting the artificial light of the room, I lunged. The blades did their work, and immediately a piece of me came away and fell messily to the floor. I stared at it, wide eyed and mesmerised. There was no pain, so I closed my eyes and lunged again. And again. With the blades flashing, more and more pieces of myself fell lifelessly down, an unholy mess collecting on the floor around and on my feet. My hand was covered in my own blood, but I could feel the thing lifting, going. So finally, breathlessly, I brought the blades to bear one last time, and lunged, and the last piece of me fell slowly to the floor to nestle with what I'd already cast there. It was over. No pain. It was gone. I slowly opened my eyes and caught sight of the resultant mess I'd made of my reflection in the mirror. My eyes became wide in disbelief and the blades fell from my hand to clatter noisily on the floor before coming to rest among the pieces of myself, glinting innocently in the harsh electric light. I screamed, and the reflections crooked mouth just smiled...
Bloody Kitchen Devils. That is the last time I ever try cutting my own hair.
Anyone got a plaster?
Blades • Opuss № I