Which means two things:
- It’s casual Friday (WOOT!)
- Friday’s aside, it means I’m in the perfect mood for Tessa’s Hatefest
And then I remembered the following. This is from my novel God’s Girl Friday, which I very rarely ever mention (it’s been referred to as my ‘angels with guns’ novel by the handful of people who have read it). The main character, Sakura, was raised an assassin for a well-known religious organization. At this point in the story, she’s been betrayed by her faith and the woman she loves, and she’s blaming herself. She’s pretty much swimming in self-loathing.
When you’re done here, make sure you go visit everyone else. It’s a good day to revel in others’ dislike.
God’s Girl Friday
Sakura wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with the edge of her towel. She ran a comb through the long strands of black hair, letting them slap against her shoulders as they fell. Drops of water ran in cold rivulets down her back. She opened the medicine cabinet door, finding what she needed, and grateful that Don shaved with a straight razor.
She unwrapped a fresh blade and ran it along her fingertip, smiling at the small drop of blood that welled up from the fresh cut. She sectioned off a piece of hair and pulled it forward. Sawing through the black annoyance, she felt a spark of satisfaction when a wet clump of the mane dropped to the ground. She continued the all the way around, until a face surrounded by a jagged helmet ending just above her shoulders stared back at her in the mirror.
She held the blade up in front of her face, watching the yellow bathroom light bounce off its surface with a dull shine. Pressing it against the inside of her wrist, she winced as she applied enough pressure to break the skin. She dragged the blade down her arm, fascinated by the trail of red it left in its wake.
This is fantastic. Visceral. Raw. Great scene.
Wow. I’m scared. Very chilling and extremely well written.
Cheers,
Robyn
I love the imagery of her hair being cut. It feels almost like a ritual.
Wow, that’s some powerful imagery you’ve got there. The others are right, it’s chilling (to the bone) and the cutting the hair does feel very ritualistic.
Love it! Thanks for sharing it with us for my blogfest,
Tessa.xx
ps pop in friday next to find out who won which book…
Wow! That’s intense… I love it.
Ah, I’ve felt that way about my hair lately too. Don’t think I’d go QUITE that far though. 😉
I hated my hair too – but went to a beauty shop to get it severed 🙂
I like this girl. She has some serious attitude!
…….dhole
Ouch! I think the whole scene was powerful, and the hacking-off of hair made it especially poignant.
There isn’t a lot of explanation here, but LOTS of raw, sharp emotion (pun intended).
Lovely imagery. Would love to know what happened before and after.
Thanks for sharing this. I loved the ‘fascination’ as she was cutting herself.
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Absorbing scene. This girl is truly razor happy. Her fascination with that blade is disturbing. Is this self=loathing or getting back at her love interest? It has certainly peeked my interest.
I’ll add to the chorus of ‘chilling’. I also like the satisfaction she derives from seeing blood form – even though it’s her own.
very dark.
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Ouch! This really makes me want to know how she got to this point…and what happens next. Great writing.
Awwww. She hates herself and that’s so sad. 🙁 Well done!
Painful scene. It made me wince which means you did your job.
It’s hard to have a hate scene without a little blood, eh!
– Eric