“On With the Show…”

She closed her eyes allowing the sting to take hold, her jaw clenched hard, and a slight grimace escaped her lips. The pain turned into a throb, as she felt warmth creep across her thigh and begin to slip down her leg. She liked to keep her eyes shut, the anticipation of the extent of the damage tingling through her nerve endings. Her toes curled up unconsciously, attempting to physically take the brunt of the pain, but failing miserably.

It wasn’t until about thirty seconds later that she realized the blade was still lodged in her thigh. Her fingers gently reached for the metal tip, her thumb accidentally smacking the blade, causing another wave of stinging pain to ripple through her entire body.

The sound of water pumping through pipes within the wall momentarily drowned out the pain, as Spencer realized that her mother would be calling her down for dinner soon. Annoyed that her mother always seemed to ruin every fucking pleasurable moment she had, Spencer reluctantly opened her eyes and peered down at her thigh.

The blood was pumping furiously from her leg, mass amounts dripping like tiny streams in all directions. A large pool of blood sat on the tile beneath the toilet seat where her leg was resting. Spencer mildly panicked at the amount of blood. The blade was almost halfway embedded in her upper leg, her face now a grimace, as she ever so slowly, pulled the blade out.

She could hear her mother yell her name from downstairs. Hurriedly, she placed the blade on the edge of the sink, and grabbed the spare towel she used to clean up her nightly messes. She pressed the towel firmly on her thigh, the throbbing now transforming into a very painful ache.

Glancing at her face in the mirror, she noticed she was a bit pale, and began to mentally formulate a plan for a quick clean up. Spencer was used to working under pressure, having once cut herself in a restroom bathroom at her father’s birthday party, having included the necessary bandages and such within her purse amidst her lip gloss, powder, and an emergency tampon.

She giggled at the memory, remembering how odd it was that she was there bleeding in a woman’s bathroom, yet had absolutely no use for the tampon.