Just another ’emo’ kid
Thump, thud, slip, fall.
She’s running up the stairs. Tears are streaming down her face.
The world is so unfair.
She walks past ‘the dork’s’ room, steps controlled now. Her little brother looks up in surprise. Shiny hair silky, soft eyes round behind his glasses.
She rushes into the bathroom quick, and clatters in the cupboard. She’s searching for the blade.
Found it! It gleams.
The door creaks open. She’s forgotten to lock it!
A head pushes in, big wide eyes stare.
Are you okay?
Looks, sees, focuses. The blade.
Yeah, I’m okay kiddo.
Small arms wrap around her waist, chin against her tummy, looking up.
Don’t worry. If anyone troubles you, just tell me, that’s all.
The blade slips from her fingers and falls silently to the floor. Shining.
Suddenly the cuts are not half as comforting. The reason for the tears changes.
The camera pans, and we see a pair of tiny arms wrapped around a scarred body.
The places you can find love in this world… if only you opened your eyes, brushed back that ’emo’ fringe and took a look.