Day 28: Self Harm
probably self explanatory, but cw: explicit self harm
Taking a breath, Maelynn picked up the blade. It probably wasn’t that sharp, just a half of a pair of scissors that she had taken apart. Pushing up her beanie with a hand, Maelynn directed her gaze to her forehead, reflecting back at her in the mirror. The brand that the man had given her had not faded one bit, the circle of dark skin still just as prominent. Parting her bangs, she swallowed a wave of nausea. It was disgusting.
But she could finally do something about it. She got out of that place. So why was she hesitating? Just get it over with. You’ll feel better afterwards. Sure, it wasn’t exactly the best way to deal with things, but it couldn’t be that bad. Her brother passed the bathroom she had locked herself in, and she froze. Shame washed over her as his footsteps faded, but she shoved it down. He wouldn’t care. Elijah had quite literally forgotten about her when she was kidnapped, so why would he even notice that she had the scar in the first place, let alone that there was a fresh cut on it?
She was taking too long. Maelynn grabbed the blade again, the handle digging into her palm. She lifted it to her forehead. It was just barely shaking. Gritting her teeth, Maelynn glared at herself in the mirror and dug the point of the blade into the edge of the scar, dragging it across in one quick motion. She sucked in a breath. It stung. Of course it did, why would she expect otherwise? But it was done. Blood beaded up in the cut, and Maelynn watched the little drops fuse together until the biggest made its way down her forehead. Maelynn stepped to the side and wadded up some toilet paper and held it to her face. It was probably not the best, but it would do. She’d had deeper cuts before. She would live. And she was right. She did feel a little better. Sure, the scar was still there, but it was hers now.