Snippet Sunday: July 5, 2015

A day late, but, Happy Fourth of July! Welcome to July as well, the months are just flying by it seems.

Now on to the snippet…

I am totally changing things up this week. Instead of continuing on with Darkness Becomes Her from last week’s snippet and the previous ones — since I’m spending non-stop on it already for Camp NaNo — I am returning to a story I have posted to Wattpad. I actually posted one excerpt from this story back in March, before I kind of fell off the face of the Earth and down into a hole for awhile. Now, however, I’m returning to it.

This is being taken from my work Rivers of Black, a short paranormal story. In order to make sense of what I am posting today, you may wish to take a sneak back at the excerpt I posted from it back in March. (Totally up to you though.) Though I am not picking up right there again, I’m starting after that bit, so it may be useful to help understand what I’m about to share.

A bit of background on this story as well: This story is rather dark and depressing. It deals with a topic some people would be hesitant to read; which is self harm and suicide. I don’t sugarcoat this either, I write it raw on how someone in my character’s state feels. Just be forewarned with that. I hope it doesn’t deter you from reading, but I know others cannot deal reading these kinds of things. (I don’t think this snippet is that bad, but of course I’m the author so my opinion on that may vary.)

(Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I think I’m one sentence over, unless I counted wrong.)

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I was so desperate to feel something again that I didn’t think before doing. The scissors had just been sitting on my desk, but before I even registered what I was doing I was drawing them across my wrists. The pain was real at the time; it scared me, but it had also set me free. For the first time in weeks I felt something.

I couldn’t stop after that, it was the only thing I had to feel. It was the middle of summer but still I walked around in long sleeves, hiding the cuts that ran up and down my arms.

But it didn’t last, nothing ever lasts.

Eventually the release I felt from those cuts got smaller and smaller until I went deeper and deeper. I felt myself slipping away again, further away this time. I couldn’t let myself fall again; couldn’t let that numbness settle in my bones again. I just wanted to feel, but more than anything I wanted to be free.

Cover made by @_teenagers on Wattpad

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If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

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