Under The Blade

Warning: The following text deals with violent subject matter and the views expressed does not necessarily reflect that of the writer in this case mine. Readers' discretion is advised. The text is fictional and any resemblance to person living or dead (especially dead) is purely coincidental.


“Dich sah ich, und die milde Freude
Floß von dem süßen Blick auf mich;
Ganz war mein Herz an deiner Seite
Und jeder Atemzug für dich.”
- Willkommen und Abschied, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

He held out the razor in his hands, his mind was racing with thoughts bombarding; thoughts of hatred, revenge, passion but foremost that of pure salvation, and now the small razor was the only thing in the world that could grant him that wish. Although a meek hearted boy, hard times had given him immense courage that even surpassed his own imagination, courage allowing him to shake off from the nightmare which had haunted him for as long as he remembered being constantly mocked, ridiculed and most of the time looked down upon.

Slowly stretching out his forearm he started creating a fountain that would for sure drown all his fears and evils within. With every life that oozed out from his now gory arm, he began reminiscing about his so-called life; it was as if he was under some drug hallucinating but much more clear and vibrant. His whole life started flashing before him. The trivial pursuit of happiness and contentment that he had longed to achieve had exhausted him so much he just couldn’t find any other way to put his troubles at ease. Slowly he started feeling it; he felt as if he was being purified, he felt much lighter. The burden he carried on his shoulder had been huge, the constant pain and disgrace he bore was slowly etching itself out of him.

For once in his lifetime, he felt he had done something correct। For once what he actually did seem to turn out the way he wanted it to, the ball it seemed had finally started to roll in his court but yet with each passing seconds he bore with him a sense of loneliness. The same solitude that had driven him to all that he had become now etched its way into the final moment when he thought he had everything under control. He felt a loss of thoughts, the mind that had been racing now seemed to have come to a halt, the only thing he sensed and felt was a bright light that slowly crept towards him engulfing everything around him and slowly making its way towards him. He felt cold without any love or emotion whatsoever. It seemed as if he fell out of love with his own life.

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