5PG13
Warning: Strongly detailed cutting. May be triggering.
Summary: Five friends struggle with cutting themselves, and finding themselves. But is there more to this story?
AN: The prolong and first chapter might be a bit shorter than the others, because I did them on paper, last night. This was just a random idea I stayed up most of the night writing. Enjoy.
Prolong - Alisa Rose Parson
A tall girl sat hunched in a small dark closet. The doors were shut, and she was all alone. Her head was bent low, and her face was ale and smooth, baring no make-up. When she stood, jet black hair would flood down her back, almost reaching her knees. Although the girl had a beauty, all of it's own, it seemed unfit for any man to set eyes on her. The girl caught sight of her own reflection when the knife she was holding automatically slid across her petite wrist forming the shape of a crimson outlined daisy. A small smile graced her lips as she felt the satisfaction of emptiness slowly slide down her arm. Her name: Alisa Rose Parson. Her secret: crimson stained.
Chapter 1 - The Secret: More than it seems?
"Hello?" Alisa answered the phone ringing in her left ear. Her voice wasn't cold, but it wasn't cheery either. She was only 15, but her parents were always out at parties, so she didn't have to worry about privacy.
"Hey baby." A deep gruff voice responded to Alisa.
"Oh, It's you, Sean. So, what's up?"
"I was just wondering if Alex and I could come over for awhile and use the blade?"
"You know you're always welcome to come here, but I gave Lori the razor."
"We'll pick her and Shyrill up on the way. But, I love you."
"Bye, I love you too." Alisa hung up the phone. It was no like that Lori had the razor; that was why she had used a knife earlier.
Cutting themselves wasn't only a release for them. It was what their lives revolved around. They weren't all as gothic as Alisa; at least not entirely. The blade - the secret - their secret. It was what tied the five people together - what made them best friends - what would eventually tear them apart.
A time later, there was a gentle knock on the wooden door. There was no need to check who was there, and Alisa merely opened the door and stepped aside, silently permitting her friends entrance into her silent home.
"Got it?"
"Of course."
"Well, where is it?"
"Right here." One of the girls, the shortest one, with blond hair, and an almost perfect looking face slipped a box out of her pocketbook. "I didn't bother with the razor, I just brought the box of blades. One for each of us."
"Here we go again." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lori rolled up her pants leg. The scar around her ankle, and spinning around the edge of her lower leg was . . .pretty. They all had it. It was like their friendship bracelet. The boys had cut it in. The girls had burnt it. Either way, it left the same marks. A thin band around the lowest part of their legs just above the ankle. A pattern of alternating hearts and stars decorated the line. It was beautiful. And it meant everything to them. It was like. . . a symbol. It stood for everything about them. It stood for THEM. Together. The band itself symbolized their closeness. The hearts symbolized their love for one another, and their desires. The stars symbolized their freedom. And that was all. There was no sound except for a few sobs and yelps of pain, as the blades broke skin and veins. And thus, the adventure, had begun.