A Story by Luciole

A very short story of self-harm.


She smelt it before she had seen it. Blood. She felt it drip from her arm. She remembers how just last year, her friends and her had made fun of a girl at the mall for the scars running along her arm. Now, as Christina cut into her own arm the memory feels several years old.

She kept her eyes focused on the painting in her bathroom. It was a copy of a beautiful painting she’d seen at the Museum of Modern Art. When she first saw it on the white walls of the New York City museum, she felt something spark within her. She fell in love with the painting and had to have it. As she gazed at it now, it was like it wasn’t there. All it did now was allow her to ignore the sting of the razor cutting into her.


She stopped, not scared or nervous, simply interrupted.

“I’m only shaving, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She let this out with such an emotionless tone; even she picked up on it. She added an “I promise” to seal the deal. She was answered with an okay. Finally Christina looked down at her arm. With a deep breath she threw the razor into the sink and put the water on. She proceeded to wash her arm too and finally placing a large gauze band-aid. She was surprised it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Then again isn’t that point?



© 2013 Luciole

Author's Note

I may add more to this in the future.

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As I read though this short story, it is developing into something that could take one's breath away, a little too short, and I felt that there was more to come.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Definitely interested in reading more of this. It's very drawing. Well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very good. I do hope you continue to better your writing and add more in the future. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

Very good start! I cant wait to read more if you decide to make more!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on May 17, 2013
Last Updated on May 17, 2013
Tags: self harm, girl, teen, trouble



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