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Blade

April 26, 2021
By Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. - Carl Jung


I’ve saved this blade for five years. In the beginning, I couldn’t have known it would come to this. When I first placed it in my drawer, I swore never to use it. But not because I disliked it. It was the first gift I had ever received, given to me by my father. He had never bothered to give me anything besides my eyes. Navy blue, like an evening sky. A hunting knife wasn’t the typical birthday present to give a nine-year-old girl, but I loved it more than anything. Maybe that was the first sign something was wrong. Maybe that was when my mother should have loved me instead of getting a replacement. 

Black metal slides lightly over the rough stone. I am conscious of how the rectangular rock bites into the long blade. Each new scratch pains me, but it’s a sacrifice I must make. The soft gritty noise of steel wearing down to a fine tip eases my nerves. I quickly get lost in the rhythmic sound. 

I don’t know how much time passes as I sit at the dining room table. The analog clock on the wall beside me to my right slowly ticks down. I savor each second. Lifting the five-inch knife to the light, I gaze at the razor-like edge. I bring my finger up to the blade and gently slide it across. The familiar feeling of skin splitting open makes goosebumps appear on my arms. A thin trickle of blood cascades down my finger and settles into my palm. It’s almost time.  

I don’t sharpen the knife anymore. It lays on the table beside me, a constant companion from the day I set my eyes on it. This was almost poetic, in a way. It was how it should have always been. Not two. Never two. One. Perfection. Nothing else. No one else. 

The door to my house opens and closes with a bang. Everything is dark except the dining room where I wait. Soft footsteps draw closer and she walks into the light. Dark brown curls hang down to her chin, outlining bright green eyes. The eyes of her father. They look up at me with such love that I almost break. Almost. 

She isn’t family. 

“What you doing up there? Get down, Soph-ie,” She says with a giggle, and tugs on my pant leg with small cream-colored hands. I smile, the tiny fracture in my defensive wall cementing into resolve. It’s now or never.  

I lift the black blade from the table and trace the faint trail of blood on my hand with the tip. Staring down at my little sister, I think somewhere deep down she knows why I’m doing this. 

“Bella. I was just thinking about you.”



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on May. 7 2021 at 9:33 am
Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. - Carl Jung

@SparrowSun

It was implied that the MC is going to kill her sister because she didn't like having another sibling. The MC was jealous and angry that her mother had another child and wanted to get rid of her.

on May. 6 2021 at 10:55 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

who did she kill?who was the story fro? why? ect

on Apr. 30 2021 at 9:44 am
Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. - Carl Jung

What do you mean?

on Apr. 29 2021 at 7:49 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

it made little sense

on Apr. 29 2021 at 12:07 pm
Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
1 article 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. - Carl Jung

I'm glad this didn't take like 2 weeks to be approved. I'm thinking about posting something else, maybe on a different platform. Which one do you think I should submit?

Ari5191 BRONZE said...
on Apr. 29 2021 at 11:38 am
Ari5191 BRONZE, Poland, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"I'd rather die than live without passion." -BTS

:D yepppp

on Apr. 29 2021 at 11:29 am
Olivia279 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
1 article 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. - Carl Jung

I know, so exciting :)

Ari5191 BRONZE said...
on Apr. 29 2021 at 11:25 am
Ari5191 BRONZE, Poland, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"I'd rather die than live without passion." -BTS

Ooo yours is an editors choice :)