Sasha Richards
WARNING: SENSITIVE AND GRAPHIC TEXT IN THIS POST
Sasha smiled softly at Julie, her name reminding her of a beautiful song she heard when she was younger. "That's a beautiful name," she sighed, and continued to nibble on her cracker as everyone announced themselves. Julie, Chloe, Jay... "Oh, i'm uhm...Sasha.." she stammered, suddenly and swiftly becoming painfully aware of how many people there. Sasha stuffed the rest of the cracker in her mouth and chomped it slowly, freeing up her hands to pull her sleeves down over her arms and tuck her hands under her thighs (essentially sitting on them). She could feel her shyness and anxiety fluttering and building up deep in her stomach.
So, when the missing female came in, Sasha cracked. Her fear, her anxiety and her paranoia burst forward like a stallion leading a charge. She sprung from the sofa, her bare feet pattering on the floor, and skittered towards the bathroom. Once she reached it, she slammed the door shut and promptly slid to the floor with her back pressed against it. There, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, Sasha buried her face into her knees and let her emotions flow. Great sobs shook her slender figure and her tears soaked into the hair around her face. As she sat sobbing violently, Sasha realised just how scared she was. Everything she had known had been stripped from her, and she was given no choice about it. Her stomach danced somersaults in her torso and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird's.
She had to do it. Gathering herself shakily to her feet, Sasha scurried around the bathroom looking for something sharp. There was nothing. No shaving razors. No glass ornaments. Suddenly, her head snapped towards the mirror. Perfect she panted, dashing towards it and digging her nails underneath. Sasha became frantic and hectic as she scrabbled at the mirror, and slowly more desperate as she realised that it wasn't coming off. Pausing for breath, Sasha propped herself up with both hands on the sink basin, and glared at her reflection. Look at her. Tear stained face. Wet and sweat soaked fringe and hair. She recoiled at the sight, and suddenly lashed out, swinging a fist into the mirror. The silvery shards scattered across the floor, the sink and the nearby shelves. Sasha studied her hand with apparent fascination as warm red blood oozed from her knuckles. The young woman sagged to her knees and held her hand in her lap, palm up, and reached for the largest shard near her. Her eyes were almost glazed over as she gripped the shard and held it's deadly edge against the tender skin of her wrist. How she longed to feel that sweet sting. To make her heart stop racing and her brain pause to collect itself. She had to cope. She had to breathe.
WARNING: SENSITIVE AND GRAPHIC TEXT IN THIS POST
Sasha smiled softly at Julie, her name reminding her of a beautiful song she heard when she was younger. "That's a beautiful name," she sighed, and continued to nibble on her cracker as everyone announced themselves. Julie, Chloe, Jay... "Oh, i'm uhm...Sasha.." she stammered, suddenly and swiftly becoming painfully aware of how many people there. Sasha stuffed the rest of the cracker in her mouth and chomped it slowly, freeing up her hands to pull her sleeves down over her arms and tuck her hands under her thighs (essentially sitting on them). She could feel her shyness and anxiety fluttering and building up deep in her stomach.
So, when the missing female came in, Sasha cracked. Her fear, her anxiety and her paranoia burst forward like a stallion leading a charge. She sprung from the sofa, her bare feet pattering on the floor, and skittered towards the bathroom. Once she reached it, she slammed the door shut and promptly slid to the floor with her back pressed against it. There, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, Sasha buried her face into her knees and let her emotions flow. Great sobs shook her slender figure and her tears soaked into the hair around her face. As she sat sobbing violently, Sasha realised just how scared she was. Everything she had known had been stripped from her, and she was given no choice about it. Her stomach danced somersaults in her torso and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird's.
She had to do it. Gathering herself shakily to her feet, Sasha scurried around the bathroom looking for something sharp. There was nothing. No shaving razors. No glass ornaments. Suddenly, her head snapped towards the mirror. Perfect she panted, dashing towards it and digging her nails underneath. Sasha became frantic and hectic as she scrabbled at the mirror, and slowly more desperate as she realised that it wasn't coming off. Pausing for breath, Sasha propped herself up with both hands on the sink basin, and glared at her reflection. Look at her. Tear stained face. Wet and sweat soaked fringe and hair. She recoiled at the sight, and suddenly lashed out, swinging a fist into the mirror. The silvery shards scattered across the floor, the sink and the nearby shelves. Sasha studied her hand with apparent fascination as warm red blood oozed from her knuckles. The young woman sagged to her knees and held her hand in her lap, palm up, and reached for the largest shard near her. Her eyes were almost glazed over as she gripped the shard and held it's deadly edge against the tender skin of her wrist. How she longed to feel that sweet sting. To make her heart stop racing and her brain pause to collect itself. She had to cope. She had to breathe.