Stop It

I laughed at him, laughed when he said he was going to do it. That he was finally going to end it, and all I did was laugh. It was funny, hilarious really, he wouldn't do it and I knew it. Boy was I wrong.

I came home that day the world the same as it had always been, then everything changed. You sat at the kitchen table chewing your fingernails. The nails barely even in existence anymore. I grabbed your hand, startled by your fingers and stormed away. I told you to stop it, to stop, just stop. No, you wouldn't listen to me though, you didn't understand how bad this could be for you. How bad this could be for me. I stared at you and you just bit at your nails some more, like I wasn't even there. I slapped you in anger, and you didn't even flinch, just sat there nibbling away. I got up and left.

You made me angry, you played these childish games with my head, I couldn't stand it. I had enough. My body radiated angry vibes that threatened anyone who came to close of the danger. Not that there was anyone in the house except you and I. I went up the twisting stairs and sat in the hallway. How could you do this to me!?

"How could you do this to me!" I sobbed.

The storm was raging out my window, as if wasn't filled with enough sorrow as it was. I heard you yelp, an my face flushed white. Moments passed before I could command my legs to move, but once they started they wouldn't stop. I descended the stairs, and took a slow left turn. Where I saw you, with you hand halfway gone. What happened!? I screamed in my head. Then you came towards me, and began chewing at my flesh, and I didn't even flinch. All I said was "Stop it."