I do not own Glee.

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm. Please, do not read this if this is a trigger for you.


Glint of silver,

Drawn across clear, toasted-almond skin

Leaving a line of vivid scarlet

[Glistening wetly].

...

She s i g h s, relaxed now:

She's herself.

No façade remains.

The perfect mask has slipped and cracked.

...

Everyone knows now.

No more hiding.

But instead of feeling free it's like

An even heavier load has been put on her shoulders.

...

She wishes she could be more like B r i t t a n y,

So comfortable with who she is.

But she can't –

She's just a scar[r]ed little girl.

...

Glint of silver,

Drawn across skin c/r/i/s/s-c\r\o\s\s\e\d with scars

Leaving another line of vivid scarlet,

[Glistening wetly].