I’m staring at my palms right now, and I can easily see the redness and scar lines against my pale skin.
The scars themselves look like ladders. Each line is equidistant from the next, except in cases where there is a crosswork patch of them, like, well… in most places, it seems. Wow. I sure did a lot of cutting. Yikes.
It’s a wonder that nobody has noticed this. I mean, natural wrinkles aren’t all the same size and evenly spaced from each other. Or- perhaps the reason nobody has said anything is because of the amount. The volume of scars makes them look “natural”, like that is the way my hands are supposed to be.
Or maybe it’s because of how I look. Everyone seems convinced that people like me (tall, blond, white, male) have no self image or emotional problems. I mean, I’m “privileged” which is supposed to grant me a supernatural immunity to such things. Perhaps the possibility never even occurs to them that I might have been a cutter so they don’t look for evidence of self harm.
Or, more realistically, they aren’t interested. What sane person actively looks for emotional problems in others? And who wants to fix somebody else’s problems for them?
Outside, I can hear the sounds of highway traffic and passing trains through the endless darkness. Not one of the people out there knows I was a cutter, or even cares. Which is how it should be.
I think too much.