(Esmee) Invincible (Mi's side)

You all know the drill by now! This is highly triggering and highly graphic so please me safe when reading


Invincible

At that moment I new exactly what to do. I would cut. There was no point in even attempting to fight the urge because there really wasn’t an urge to fight. It was just there. No longer something I could do but something I was going to do no matter what happened and my head or heart made no protest.

Gripping on tightly to the sink I pulled my self to my feet and turned to the bathroom storage cupboard. I new it had a lock but I learnt how to brake into it ages ago however as expected the lock wasn‘t in use these days any way. There had been no need to lock it after I moved out of the house.

As expected there where at least four fresh unopened blades in the packaging. They where not the usual safety razors but the deadly sharp ones with no plastic protection around them, dad preferred these; so did I.”

Carefully I unwrapped the blade from the paper wrapping and sank back down to the floor. I seemed more cantered now I was in control of my decent into nothingness and I aloud my self a few moments to feel the longing need for the blood to overtake me until I shock with my anticipation of it. The longer I waited, the more pain I felt. The bigger the relief would be when the blade finally was aloud to eat my skin.

I chose my upper legs as the place to cut and breathing hard through the pain of waiting I unbuckled my belt popped open the button on my jeans and shimmied out of them throwing them to one side before resting both my legs flat out in front of me on the cold white tiled floor so I could breathily study them.

I found a “safe” Place away from any main blood supplies and started to cut. Eventually I would aim for the femoral artery when I had had enough “fun” but first of all I just wanted to enjoy the bleeding and all the euphoria that came with it.

I cut superficial but frenzied making gash after gash all over the top of my left leg breathing heavily with a smile on my face as I watched the little droplets run off of my leg at sped and land in perfect little specks on the white tiles underneath. There was something brilliant about the bright red splotches covering the white floor pure floor cold tiles underneath I had never worked put what but witnessing them again made me realise why I always like this bathroom as my “cutting spot”

Emmet, Eemm… yeah it’s Liz. I have Esmee with me; she is locked her self in my bathroom and she is really upset. I don’t know what’s got into her but she says you split up. You have to come and sort this out.” There was a gap in the talking on the phone where Emmet set about blowing my cover. “Hurt her self? She wouldn’t do… She would! I thought she stopped; yes come, come.” My mum shouted on the end of the phone to Emmet. This would of normally made things feel better but now it made them worse and as the only reaction I could think of I picked up the pace of the cutting on my legs. If I could keep cutting I would be OK when I was cutting I was invincible.