Internal Sin: 088

(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and loathed what you saw…I did, I detested my reflection.

The voices were gone and the yearning to kill was also gone but the memories of those sins and the guilt remained incessant, leaving a sour taste on my tongue and making my insides wrench. I looked at the mirror and I wanted to vomit.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair that had grown out and skimmed against my shoulders.

I placed my hands on the skin and dropped my gaze on the scissors and razor, each with a different purpose.

I grabbed the scissors and grabbed a few locks of hair on my shoulders and chopped them off. I felt nothing as my hair hit the floor beside my feet. I dropped the scissors and picked up the razor. I held it in front of me and suddenly, his face was there; that child.

How did he feel? Would I feel it too? I brought the razor to my right wrist and cut deep, I didn't flinch or hiss in pain because I felt nothing. The razor dropped