Possabel trigger
My skin
Feeling like someone had just kicked me in the abdomen over and over again I collapsed to the floor curling my self into the foetal position. My whole body shook with my angry sobbing as I screamed at the top of my voice scratching at the groves in the bathroom’s tiled floor until I felt my fingernails brake and bleed.
“Esmee! Esmee honey!” My mother yelled from outside rattling the door “Esmee what are you doing in there!”
“Go away!” I yelled almost laughing realising how similar the whole seen was turning out. I had done this before, we both had. When I was a teenager I used to spend half my time on this bathroom floor screaming while using my dads razor blades to cut into my skin…My dads razor blades… my skin.
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