A novella about a boy named Mick, and his struggles with life. His parent’s divorce and a friend’s suicide makes his world unbearable. Each “cut” has a deeper meaning. A cry for help.
I spin my dad’s Ruger SP101 revolver on the wood floor of my bedroom. Sometimes, just to see what it feels like, I place the tip of the gun against my temple, but I never once pull the trigger.
I’m more into the slice of the blade against my skin and the blood running down my arm.
It relieves so much pressure.
I can breathe again…