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Serenity stumbled around her room.she wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing this again.the urge just appeared,she tried to fight it off, like distracting herself with music, or doing her homework. But? It all ended with her grabbing the blade and trying to quietly walk to the bathroom, she closes the door and stares at her reflection. her hair is messy and slightly greasy, with her glasses slid halfway down her face. Serenity cringed at the sight and moved a hand up to fix her hair, before turning on the water and pumping some soap onto the blade. she washed it and , once done, pressed it to a towel, making sure no water is left behind as-well as grabbing some toilet paper to soak the blood up with.
she walks back to her room, once again making sure she’s quiet, and sits on the bed, proceeding to pull her pajama shorts up and stare at her already scarred thigh. Serenity marvels at the beauty of her scars for a moment before taking the blade and pressing it to her skin.she swipes a few times until she sees red beads start to form. Serenity grabs the toilet paper and wipes off the blood from the cut, so that she can deepen it without said blood getting everywhere. she swipes again.
And again.
And again,
she moves down and does the same multiple times in a pattern, like a latter, except it was made from self-inflicted cuts. blood gets on her fingers, and, most obviously, the blade.she swipes it again, more blood dripping down her thigh. the sting is almost nothing at this point.
she doesn’t want to wipe the blood off just yet, she is tempted to take a picture of the cuts, so she can look back at their elegance later, but decides against it. Her leg is shaking really badly at this point, from the pain and fresh injuries, no doubt. She sighs and , feeling tired , she grabs the toilet paper and presses it to a particularly large bead of blood, the toilet paper almost dissolving in it, like it was water and not, well, blood. She continued the cleanup, Pressing the entire sheet onto her bloody skin.she pulled it back, the toilet paper slightly sticking to the cuts, though coming off with ease. Serenity then wipes with the stained sheet in an attempt to clean the rest of the blood off. she stares at the pathetic cuts, you can’t even see them, except for the blood rising below the surface.she stands up and swears a quiet “Fuck!” At the burning, i mean, who tries to walk after sustaining 10 cuts to their thighs? She penguin-walks over to her desk and grabs 4 bandages she hid under some papers.
Serenity sits back down on her bed and opens the bandages, lazily pressing them to her skin. she sets her shorts down, so the bandages aren’t visible and walks with the blade and toilet paper back to the bathroom.she repeats what she did to clean the blade before, putting soap on it and running it through water. Once cleaned Serenity dried the blade and then washed the blood-covered tips of her fingers, rubbing to make sure all the blood is washed away. Next, she unraveled the bloody toilet paper, taking in the slight of all the blood on it, then opening the toilet cover and putting the blood soaked paper in the toilet and flushing
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Serenity enters her room, Exhausted and her thigh stinging. she lays down and wraps a blanket around her body like a protective cocoon. Her dog, Aria, who she hadn’t paid attention to this whole time, walked over the Serenity, who would lift the blanket up so Daphne could easily enter. Daphne cuddled at Serenity’s side. Serenity felt a content warmth in her gut and closed her eyes for a moment before grabbing her phone, being met with the phone screen. She scrolled on TikTok for a bit, before turning on one of her favorite songs and closed her eyes to rest, her still stinging thigh being a comfort for her now, maybe it happened because of a want to punish herself, to cope, to feel real, to have a distraction.
It was a mix of all of them, actually.
In the morning,she would come to school in an outfit she felt was perfect, combed hair, and her normal demeanor.
No one would know about the new cuts on her thigh, or the already existing scars.
No one would know. And nobody would know
No body would know
No body could know.