Siren's Song

January 5, 2011
By xLauren SILVER, Virginia Beach, Virginia
xLauren SILVER, Virginia Beach, Virginia
8 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." ~Westley (The Princess Bride)


I breathe in the sharp, acrid scent of bleach. The pristine white tiles of the bathroom tip and shake unevenly as the floor buckles. My head spins. I close my eyes and inhale deeply once, twice. I keep my eyes squeezed shut and feel the walls bending in toward me, closing tighter, tighter, tighter. My eyelids fly open.

The bathroom is still. Clean. Silent.

The scent of bleach tears its claws into my pounding head and my breath comes in uneven gasps. An image of those beautiful white tiles turning red swims before my eyes. My whole body tingles and I feel dizzy. I lean against the wall for support.

The red spreads from under my feet, a little pool, small and growing, across the white. It’s beautiful. Red. White. Red. White. I try not to think. I have to shut my eyes again, as the room begins to quiver once more. When I open them, the floor is tipping up to meet me.

Sweet, sweet tang of blood meets my cracked lips, and I realize I have fallen. I lay face down on the bathroom floor, the puddle still growing, slowly but surely. Blood pumps from my heart as it beats once, twice, three times…

I spit a bit of blood from my mouth and I choke on the bleach smell.

It occurs to me now that this may be what it is to die. My stomach lurches and I curl up tight, blood still pooling under me. My head screams with pain. I let it. The roof is falling toward me faster and faster, swirling with the walls and the sharp, slicing brightness of the light. I close my eyes and count four heartbeats. When I open them, the roof is where it should be.

I start to shake, uncontrollable shaking that reminds me how cold it is on the floor of the bathroom, how terrorizing the pain is. This time I do not spit off the blood that coats my lips and the side of my face. I lie in it and stare at the wall before me.

Somewhere, eons away, across the bathroom, the piece of mirror calls to me. Its sharp edge and its seductively murderous shine scream a siren’s song at my broken body. I manage to look toward it. My blood coats it, too, and I smile a crooked smile. The room tilts again, and a ragged cough shakes my whole body. I cough up a bit of blood.

It’s everywhere, the blood. Brilliant vermillion coats the white tile, and the bleach suffocates me slowly. The red is dripping, from my arms, from my legs, from my stomach, from my chest. The mirror sings its disastrous, beautiful song to me. It sings of cutting into me, of doing my bidding, of tearing my skin open and painting the floor in my blood.

I sing along, in my head, and world shatters before my eyes.


The author's comments:
This piece is for a collection of short stories I'm writing currently, called "The Sound of Silence." They all center around the central theme of music, and how it affects us in so many different ways. It can cause hope, comfort, despair, and even (as in this story) destruction. The inspiration for this piece came from the novel "Skinny" by Ibi Kaslik. Her quote, "People can do anything when they really want to die," sparked a thought in my head, and I thought about those unfortunate souls who resort to cutting, like the main character of this story, to find solace. I hope you enjoy it.

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Rory7 SILVER said...
on Mar. 21 2011 at 9:23 pm
Rory7 SILVER, Kanata, Other
6 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Live Freaky! Die Freaky!”-billie joe armstrong

Wow, I love this piece, I know its great, because it took me back to a place in my "not so" distant history and it evoked old feelings. You got it write, and did good. 

on Feb. 24 2011 at 12:55 pm
mudpuppy BRONZE, Orangeburg, South Carolina
2 articles 0 photos 475 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is like a box of cheese and flower petal sometimes it's soft and sweet, sometimes it just plain stinks. - M.J.

I agreed. Eerie, yet sad. I feel sorry for your main character. She must have really hit rock bottom to do that to herself.

Megan.J.B said...
on Feb. 23 2011 at 8:04 pm
Megan.J.B, Sault Ste Marie, Other
0 articles 0 photos 185 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Here's the real truth. There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders. You, me? We're exceptional."
- Green Goblin. :)

This is a very descriptive and well done take on self-mutilation and the despair that leads to cutting.

Like I said on your other piece there are a few errors that could be easily fixed and a few of the actions are a tad bit complex but overall I liked it a lot. Good Job!


xLauren SILVER said...
on Jan. 7 2011 at 4:34 pm
xLauren SILVER, Virginia Beach, Virginia
8 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." ~Westley (The Princess Bride)

Thank you so much! I tried to stay true to the reality of cutting; in all its monstrosity, and in the way that it comforts people, despite its destruction. I'm glad you liked it. ^^

reenay_95 GOLD said...
on Jan. 6 2011 at 5:26 pm
reenay_95 GOLD, West Lafayette, Indiana
16 articles 0 photos 87 comments

Favorite Quote:
You can't see the stars if you are always looking down.

Oh my God. I loved this. It was so eerie, so descriptive, so accurate.




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