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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
psychologically disturbing story about self mutilation. born from depression

Submitted: May 13, 2017

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Submitted: May 13, 2017



Stuart was standing at the slicer, slicing out fresh sandwiches, like he did everyday. He hated it. He hated coming to work everyday and not being appreciated for his hard work and effort, and then having to go home to his mother, who abused him horribly. He had all kinds of scars and gouge marks all over his shoulders and back and legs. Anywhere they wouldn't be seen. He had no social skills beyond taking orders, so girls never paid him any mind. 

He thought about all this while furiously slicing out deli meats. He didn't even feel the first cut. He just noticed more blood than usual from the roast beef. Then he realized he had cut off the tip of his finger. At first, he was shocked, but then, he turned off his feelings and kept slicing. No one else was in the back with him. 

He kept slicing, cutting through flesh and fingernails, snagging on bones. He took deep breaths and focused on slicing precisely. He didn't cry out or tear up. He felt the vibrating of the rapidly spinning blade and the exquisite slicing of his flesh, the blood splattering and running off the counter. He watched himself run his hand over the blade again and again. He relished the jolting of his bones making contact with the blade. He didn't feel the pain at all. He loved this feeling. His face started to get cold and he started to get dizzy. Right before he blacked out, he laid his face on the slicer and ran it over the blade several times. The warm feeling of blood splattering over his exposed nerves and dermis lulled him into a comforting unconsciousness. 

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