Until Next Time

Until Next Time

She walked slowly toward the bathroom. She had planned ever step. She knew exactly what she to do. They had left her alone at last, those fools. Had they no inclination of her plans? They couldn%u2019t and they wouldn%u2019t. That smile she plastered across her face killed their doubts if any existed. This is the way she wanted it though. She often dreamed of a normal life with a clean slate. In a place where no past actio1n could no longer haunt her. This of course could never become reality and she knew. This was perhaps the very thing that would drive her mad if she let it. She wouldn%u2019t and she couldn%u2019t. She knew she must go on for them. She knew they would care if she was gone. So she settled for this temporary solution.
And so she reached her destination and found what she had come for. It%u2019s blade glinted in the florescent light. She tore at it piece by piece until all she had nothing left but the small strip of metal. She stared at it thinking of everything, and everyone who had ever done her wrong. The blade entered and exited her flesh, quickly more quickly then she liked. But she soon got what she wanted.
A long stream of red came pouring out of her. She sat on her mother%u2019s bathroom floor in a trance whilst watching. She watched the blood fall fast yet drip slowly. Everything she had ever felt was gone with it. All of her emotions left her and she was numb to it all.
She was satisfied with her results for now, but she knew she would be back for more. She wiped some Vaseline across it to stop the bleeding and threw on her favorite jacket. She sat in front of the TV transfixed on the complexities of the Real World drama that were completely trivial. She waited for them to walk through the door. They came in smiling, arms full of groceries. She got up to help unpack them and chatted about the newest bands and TV shows. They knew nothing of her past exploits. But she knew and she knew it was over. It was all over, until next time.