Sugar

A friend and I do various writing challenges/exercises. This one is about how pain can be good.


In more recent days the aimless thought of death manifested itself into something more concrete. How to combat it! Would it matter, really, in the end? Boyfriend, gone. Parents, clueless. Teachers, dumb.

Numbness equaled calmness inside the mind, quelling the anguished screams echoing around corners. It slapped her harshly, the thought of allowing expiration to consume her. Defeat, humiliation, and shame crumbled her being into worthless dust crusted around the jagged edges of sanity.

It must end, this pain. Each minute that passed etched cracks within her heart of excruciating, deafening silence so loud she could taste it. Release! Digging, clawing, frantic searching reduced her into a simpleton, not worthy of notice. There, among her pathetic stuffed animals, it laid. The razor. Just one more slice. Little nick, enough to release her demons. Fresh skin, inside her thigh, beside new and older lines. Pressed.

Calming numbness poured out. Leaning back she let the euphoria consume her body, vibrating from within. Inner pain dissolved into warmth, like sugar, and it was good.