Five More Minutes

I continued to play with my knife as I stared at my ceiling, laying limp on my bed. The night had come, and at this point I was just waiting for him to call for me.  "I should probably fix myself up for the mission," I uttered to myself quietly, letting a sigh escape my lips. I got up and walked into my bathroom yet again, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting down on the toilet seat.  I opened it up and grabbed the packet of alcohol wipes and bandage gauze. Setting the kit back on the counter, I opened the packet and pulled out the small wipe. I looked down at the cuts, then back at the wipe, taking a deep breath in.  I don't like this type of pain.  I slowly placed the wipe on the surface of my cuts before sl

My eyes fluttered open as I slowly regained consciousness, groaning quietly. As my body squirmed around, I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision as much as possible. The brightness of the room made me squint, but soon enough I was able to look around.    My pupils moved in circles as I tried to examine my surroundings. There I was, lying on a bed, looking around at the interior of an unfamiliar room. There was a door to the bathroom on one side, slightly open. The walls and curtains were jet black, and the bed sheets were patterned with shades of gray and charcoal. The furniture followed along with the color scheme, and the doors did nothing less. The bed frame was a golden color, as were the designs on the black marble floor. This room was beautiful, and it was big, too. But I still couldn't pinpoint my location.    Then the memories all flooded bac

"Stop hurting yourself."  My eyes shot up, looking at him with both confusion and embarrassment. How could he be so sure that it was me who scarred my palms?  "What do you mean," I grumbled, acting oblivious. I huffed out a breath aggressively and kept my eyes on him, trying my best to seem confident.  "Don't try and act like you don't know shit, you dumbass," he sighed out. My eyes dropped and in an instant, my act was put to an end.  There was no point in trying. He already knew, and he wasn't about to be convinced by whatever silly act I'd try to put on.  "The wounds run inward, up into the center of