Work Of Art

Reads: 316  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A piece of writing based on true event's

For the next couple of days, I tried my hardest to keep my painful and tender arm hidden from everyone. I wore long sleeve tops, and jumpers, even on the most sunniest days. No one really noticed what I was doing. No one thought anything of it. I was getting away with hurting myself almost every night.

I started putting on fake smiles and I carried on as if everything was fine. This was easy. I knew I'd be able to get away with it.
Those red cut's , were becoming my life. My everyday life.
My whole body would become full of red, bloody lines. Starting on my arms, then once they were full, and I was unable to add any more, I'd move onto my Leg's. Starting at the bottom, and gradually going up towards my thigh. Each cut, getting deeper and thicker.
Then eventually, I'd have a lot of blood to deal with.

I'd sit at school, wanting the day to end, just so I could go home, pick up my razor and continue creating my work of art all over my body. 


Submitted: June 04, 2013

© Copyright 2020 ZoeyRawr24. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More True Confessions Miscellaneous

Other Content by ZoeyRawr24

Poem / Poetry

Short Story / Romance

Miscellaneous / True Confessions