.Razors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
just a story I wrote at 3am.

Submitted: January 09, 2010

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Rose pressed the razor blade to her wrist and pulled the sharp edge against her skin. As blood began to fall she thought "For the first one"

The first one, the first boy, her first love. They'd both been far too young, barely even teenagers. They didn't know what they were doing, never stopped to think, but when they were together just walking hand in hand along the beach, everything felt possible. Rose had felt so free and alive.

"That lasted" she thought sarcastically "Nothing lasts"

It was really no one's fault. They grew apart. There was never really a break up, just a day when they barely ever saw each other, when somehow they knew it was all over. Maybe it had been over. It didn't matter now.

The razor marked her flesh again, lower this time, near a faded number "17". This cut was messy and jagged. "As perfect as you" rose thought.

By "you" she meant the second boy. After her first love ended he was there, practically waiting.

There was nothing sweet and innocent about him. He loved pain, death, and all the things that made people cry. He lived in darkness and he pulled Rose into that darkness too.

He was the reason Rose gave up on school, and started cutting, and lost most of her friends. When they were together it was always all about him. And when she was with him, she lost herself.

And when she lost him, she lost everything. He just left one day, saying he never really cared. And that was that.

After he was gone Rose didn’t know what to do with herself. She didn’t know how to be alone so she just wandered.

"Til I met him" Rose pulled the blade down her arm, a great deal of blood spilled out.

Her mind wandered to not so long ago, when she met the last boy, although he was bit to old to really be called a boy.

He was just what it seemed like Rose needed. Sweet, patient, perfect. They weren't together that long but to Rose it was everything love should be. Right up until the day he disappeared.

Rose laughed bitterly. "I should’ve known he was too good to be true"

Rose spent a whole week asking around, searching, trying to find out where he disappeared to. Some said he died, some said he moved, most had no idea at all. The only thing Rose knew for sure was that he was gone and never coming back.

"No more love" she whispered to the empty room, as the last of her life spilled over the floor. She was smiling.


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