snippet: A Possibility
Mar. 7th, 2002 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyOne would hope that Brit isn't as fucked up as I always make her. Also, I've decided to spare my poor aunt my stories. I mean, yadda, yadda, yadda, her fault if she reads them, but I'm feeling generous.
A Possibility
There are nights when she stares at the slim razor that she carries with her and wishes that she had the guts to make marks. She never does. But she never leaves the razor, either. It's always there, always a possibility.
She's had a few scrapes and bruises in her life, but nothing major. Nothing real.
Nothing in her life is real.
She thinks that Justin might be real, but she can never reach him. He smiles at her and kisses her, but there's always a bubble of unreality surrounding him.
Or maybe it's surrounding her.
The first time that she got fucked, she'd felt more pain than she had known possible. The second time hadn't been anywhere near as good. She always tried to have the guy fuck her before she was wet, but most of the time, the pain of entry soaked her.
She used anything that she could to cause herself pain that no one would notice. When Wade had fucked her, she'd worn nipple clamps. She bit the inside of her mouth almost constantly, always searching for that ripple of pain.
And she carried the razor with her at all times.
Just in case.
A Possibility
There are nights when she stares at the slim razor that she carries with her and wishes that she had the guts to make marks. She never does. But she never leaves the razor, either. It's always there, always a possibility.
She's had a few scrapes and bruises in her life, but nothing major. Nothing real.
Nothing in her life is real.
She thinks that Justin might be real, but she can never reach him. He smiles at her and kisses her, but there's always a bubble of unreality surrounding him.
Or maybe it's surrounding her.
The first time that she got fucked, she'd felt more pain than she had known possible. The second time hadn't been anywhere near as good. She always tried to have the guy fuck her before she was wet, but most of the time, the pain of entry soaked her.
She used anything that she could to cause herself pain that no one would notice. When Wade had fucked her, she'd worn nipple clamps. She bit the inside of her mouth almost constantly, always searching for that ripple of pain.
And she carried the razor with her at all times.
Just in case.