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 Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 12:34 pm
She waits in helpless agony in her own bedroom. She waits for the sound of silence to greet her and give her the "OK."
As soon as the soft snores breath through the house, the tiny lamp beside her goes on. Helpless to stop herself, she glares at her image in the small mirror before her. They are almost completely gone; just tiny stubble where her eyelashes used to be.
Still in a staring contest with her reflection, one hand goes behind her, grabbing the tweezers with practiced ease. The mirror grows painfully close to her face as the metal instrument quickly goes to what used to be long, lovely lashes. But no longer.
With a sharp tug, tiny hairs come away in the grasp of the tool in her hand. A touch of blood shows on her eyelid where a few follicles were torn out but she wipes it away on her bare wrist. With a tiny, weary smile at the soft twinges of pain so very close to the fragile surface of her eye, the girl places the short bristles of hair on her mirror, a gruesome portrait of what her warped mind had made her.
There are a few still left. The girl's fingertips twitch slightly. Her mind screams at her, "Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it."
She never was one to listen to her own self, anyway. The metal tears out the rest, leaving the eyelid bare, red, and raw. Inspecting the ends of her lashes, she notes with amusement the multiple clear coatings on the very ends that she has pulled out. The follicles.
A long, thin finger curiously touches and probes the end coated in a clear gel, hypnotizing herself until she puts them on her mirror as well.
Sighing almost happily with the release, control, and focus she had been given, the trichotillomaniac hides her destructive tools and turns out the light. She has injured herself enough for the night; she looks forward to when the lashes began to grow back in.
In case anyone was wondering, Trichotillomania is the obsessive pulling of hair from one's body. And, before anyone asks, I have it; and yes, this was based on a true story.
So, any critique or helpful comments? :3
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 5:05 pm
I was honestly very breathless reading this story as it soaked it's way into my skin. You have a wonderful way with words and your expressive use of vocabulary is quite astounding. I truly got caught up in the tale you have told, but in a fascinated and pitiful manner. I hope that, as you have said this is based on a true story, you have calmed a bit in years? Maybe sought help to claim your will?
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