First Cut Is The Deepest Novels & Stories

Just one cut and all my miseries will come to an end. I closed my eyes and pressed the blade deeper into my skin, letting the pain consume me...

Aѕ raw аѕ іt mіght ѕоund, I’m gоіng to hоld nothing back. If уоu fіnd thіѕ dіаrу, the fіrѕt thіng уоu ѕhоuld knоw іѕ thаt you’re nоt аlоnе. Yоu’rе nоt thе first реrѕоn thеу’vе tаkеn, аnd you’re nоt the only оnе thеу’vе hurt. The ѕесоnd thіng is, it could wеll gеt wоrѕе for уоu thаn it wаѕ fоr mе.

I’m not sure when I send the blade flying, but in one second my hand is empty. I vaguely hear the sound of metal cutting through the air. In the next second, It slices through candlelight, haze and history. Then— Impact. Not the clean, hollow plunge I rehearsed a hundred times in my head. There’s resistance. A sickening scrape. Metal meeting flesh, then bone. A sharp, strangled inhale. The blade does not sink where it should.

Blood streamed from her eyes, painting dark streaks down her cheeks. In that suffocating moment, when Mara reached out with a ghostly hand, Autumn felt a surge of panic and instinctively drove the dagger deep into Mara's form. The blade pierced as effortlessly as cutting through water, yet the act felt horrific. And as the knife sunk in, Mara whispered with an unsettling calm, “You only harm yourself.”

Seeing whatever creatures were in front of her made Cheryl even more disgusted, and the feeling of eliminating them was so strong. "Cheryl ..." "Go!" "What is wrong with you?" "You don't have to care about me! You always really hated me! Even prayed that I would die, right?! Now let me die!" Quickly, Cheryl ran to the front of her dresser and found a yellow cutter. Cheryl had this prepared beforehand. If she can't kill herself, she will injure herself to reduce his pain. But, looking at Delisha, making the woman who had put her down like this, it was both worth it, and it was fun too if the cutter injures Delisha's smooth body.

His movements were savage, unrestrained, and ruled by raw fury. SLASH! The first lash cut through the air with a cruel hiss before it cracked across my back. The pain came instantly, searing and white-hot. It tore through skin and muscle, igniting nerves as if a fire had been lit beneath my flesh. My body shuddered with the impact, my knees threatening to give out. Yet, I refused to fall. My teeth ground together, and I kept silent. SLASH!! Then came the second strike. The sound echoed a wicked slash that reverberated through the open courtyard.

He goes still, eyes wide and unblinking. “They don’t want you gone. They want you remembered,” I murmur. “They want what’s left of you to mean something.” Then I cut, it's not deep or fatal. Just enough to make him scream again. The first slice is across the cheek, tearing skin like paper. The second goes into his thigh, angled so he’ll bleed but not die quickly. I’m deliberate. I carve him up with patience, making every mark mean something. Each one speaks a sentence I don’t need to say aloud.

In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.

The first blood drawn was from my back. The rogue dig it's filthy claws in my cloth and slashed them across my skin while I was distracted fending of the rest. I stiffened a scream as it's claws tore open my skin, I turned around swiftly, digged into its chest and ripped out it's heart. They only kept on increasing the more I kill.

I gave him a cold stare, I saw hurt and disappointment in his eyes, how am I supposed to understand him when he is keeping me in the dark. " I do not want to stress you, for now, things are still under control I will let you know when they are out of control, okay, you just have to trust me" he was begging me to trust him when he is keeping secrets. He hugged me tightly, my anger melted I sniffed and blink my tears away, "do not cry, I promise it is for your own good " he kissed my hair. "What did you mean when you said the first cut is the deepest?" He asked me in a whisper.