Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ex Factor ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Saiyagurl87 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 737 | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.30.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 737 | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Started yet another fic lol ^_^
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the SM characters
I clutched tightly at my blade, raising it forward, eyeing the well crafted tool. I smiled, seeing my blue eyes reflect off the blade’s shinny exterior. Bringing down my object of choice, I ran the cool blade across my delicate flesh; closing my eyes, I shivered as the rush of excitement welled in the pit of my stomach. I pressed the blade harder and dragged it skillfully across my skin, forming another smile as I felt the warm liquid spill from the self inflicting wound and travel its way down my arm.
I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, opening my eyes and staring up at the plain white ceiling above me. I slouched further down in the dingy white bath tub, propping my head up against its edge. Raising my arm to my line of vision I stare at the new asset to my artwork of mutilation; amazed by the steady mindless flow of blood trickling down my delicate flesh, dripping off to land on my favorite pajama pants.
My eyes slowly traveled up to my hand that was red and blistering. Frowning, I knitted my brows together, remembering why I deserved it. How I came home with another failed test today, how my step father turned on the stove top, grabbed my hand and pressed it against the scorching hot rings. How he grabbed me by the hair with his other hand and screamed how I was a disgrace, useless, and how I will never amount to anything. I remembered how my mother stared upon me with emotionless eyes and didn’t utter a goddamn word.
Fucking Bitch
I took my blade and dragged it the length of my arm again, “This is for you Daddy.”
Tears burned in the back of my eyes, but they would not fall. I dragged the blade against my arm once more. “For you Molly,”
I let myself bask momentarily in bliss of feeling numb, before I slowly sat up right, a hand clutching my head as the room began to spin around me…I cut too deep again. I unsteadily stood to my feet, grimacing as pain shot throughout my body. I should feel worse, considering that I was hit with a full blown blast from a Youma, thrown through several trees, then to top it off, the concrete asphalt broke my fall; rolling a good several feet across it.
Exiting the tub, I turned on the water and used the showerhead to rinse any evidence of what I had done. Once finished I made my way to the sink, turning on the faucet and proceeded to clean my cut. I retrieved the first aid kit and pulled out some gauze and wrapped it tightly around my wound. Putting everything away, I took a hold of my blade and cleansed it of my pain and sorrow, and then placed it in my pocket.
I suddenly looked into the mirror and stared hard and long at my reflection. I pressed my forehead and hands against the glass, and looked deeply into my eyes. I slowly pressed my lips to the cool surface, then leaned back.
“You survived another day, Doll.” sighing, I picked up my long sleeved shirt and pulled it on and exited the bathroom. I walked down the dark and silent hallway and as quickly as I could I slipped into my bedroom without a sound. I scanned my room silently, before my eyes rested upon my cat Luna, whom lay curled up on my bed asleep.
With small painful steps, I made my way to my destination. I pulled out my blade and placed it in my side table before I crawled into my bed. In a sleepy haze, Luna stood from her spot on the bed, and walked up its length and curled up against my side. I scratched my feline companion behind the ears, rewarded with her soft purrs of delight. I withdrew my hand and rolled onto my side, clutching my pillows closely to me. My eyes slowly began to shut, drifting to the land of nightmares and haunting memories.
Author: So what do you think?
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the SM characters
I clutched tightly at my blade, raising it forward, eyeing the well crafted tool. I smiled, seeing my blue eyes reflect off the blade’s shinny exterior. Bringing down my object of choice, I ran the cool blade across my delicate flesh; closing my eyes, I shivered as the rush of excitement welled in the pit of my stomach. I pressed the blade harder and dragged it skillfully across my skin, forming another smile as I felt the warm liquid spill from the self inflicting wound and travel its way down my arm.
I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, opening my eyes and staring up at the plain white ceiling above me. I slouched further down in the dingy white bath tub, propping my head up against its edge. Raising my arm to my line of vision I stare at the new asset to my artwork of mutilation; amazed by the steady mindless flow of blood trickling down my delicate flesh, dripping off to land on my favorite pajama pants.
My eyes slowly traveled up to my hand that was red and blistering. Frowning, I knitted my brows together, remembering why I deserved it. How I came home with another failed test today, how my step father turned on the stove top, grabbed my hand and pressed it against the scorching hot rings. How he grabbed me by the hair with his other hand and screamed how I was a disgrace, useless, and how I will never amount to anything. I remembered how my mother stared upon me with emotionless eyes and didn’t utter a goddamn word.
Fucking Bitch
I took my blade and dragged it the length of my arm again, “This is for you Daddy.”
Tears burned in the back of my eyes, but they would not fall. I dragged the blade against my arm once more. “For you Molly,”
I let myself bask momentarily in bliss of feeling numb, before I slowly sat up right, a hand clutching my head as the room began to spin around me…I cut too deep again. I unsteadily stood to my feet, grimacing as pain shot throughout my body. I should feel worse, considering that I was hit with a full blown blast from a Youma, thrown through several trees, then to top it off, the concrete asphalt broke my fall; rolling a good several feet across it.
Exiting the tub, I turned on the water and used the showerhead to rinse any evidence of what I had done. Once finished I made my way to the sink, turning on the faucet and proceeded to clean my cut. I retrieved the first aid kit and pulled out some gauze and wrapped it tightly around my wound. Putting everything away, I took a hold of my blade and cleansed it of my pain and sorrow, and then placed it in my pocket.
I suddenly looked into the mirror and stared hard and long at my reflection. I pressed my forehead and hands against the glass, and looked deeply into my eyes. I slowly pressed my lips to the cool surface, then leaned back.
“You survived another day, Doll.” sighing, I picked up my long sleeved shirt and pulled it on and exited the bathroom. I walked down the dark and silent hallway and as quickly as I could I slipped into my bedroom without a sound. I scanned my room silently, before my eyes rested upon my cat Luna, whom lay curled up on my bed asleep.
With small painful steps, I made my way to my destination. I pulled out my blade and placed it in my side table before I crawled into my bed. In a sleepy haze, Luna stood from her spot on the bed, and walked up its length and curled up against my side. I scratched my feline companion behind the ears, rewarded with her soft purrs of delight. I withdrew my hand and rolled onto my side, clutching my pillows closely to me. My eyes slowly began to shut, drifting to the land of nightmares and haunting memories.
Author: So what do you think?