{"id":9052,"date":"2014-06-15T01:03:37","date_gmt":"2014-06-15T01:03:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/06\/15\/knife-slipping-icon-thingy\/"},"modified":"2014-06-15T01:03:37","modified_gmt":"2014-06-15T01:03:37","slug":"knife-slipping-icon-thingy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/06\/15\/knife-slipping-icon-thingy\/","title":{"rendered":"Knife slipping icon thingy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/thenameislahey.tumblr.com\/post\/88604725101\/knife-slipping-icon-thingy\">thenameislahey<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<p><em>Send me \u00a7, for my muse\u2019s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>[ <strong>NO LONGER ACCEPTING<\/strong>\u00a0]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0If he lived, he didn\u2019t think he\u2019d be able to forgive her, but it wasn\u2019t for her driving and twisting the blade into his gut. The physical pain was nothing to him, it was nothing in comparison to how he felt after she said what she did.<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201d<\/span><em>\u2014unlike Isaac who is in a long-term relationship with self-hatred.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The way she said it, so nonchalant as if the fact he despised himself was nothing more than a joke, a point of reference to further an argument she never should have made in the first place.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201d<em>What, I\u2019m not supposed to know how much you really don\u2019t like yourself? I\u2019m not much of a friend if I don\u2019t notice<\/em>\u00a0<strong>that<\/strong>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Her sneer was seared into his mind, as if it was somehow his fault. As if he didn\u2019t matter. After something like that, he wanted to hurt her as well and the only way he knew he could, was to shut her out.<\/p>\n<p><span> \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><span>He knew that he had\u00a0<em>hurt<\/em> her but until the moment he felt the cruel comfort of the blade, he hadn\u2019t realized just <strong>how\u00a0much.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<span> \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m <em>s o r r y .<\/em>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span><span> \u00a0 \u00a0 Because even when in the face of death, though she was the one at fault, he was guilty. He <em>drove<\/em> her to this. Summer wasn\u2019t a murderer, at least she hadn\u2019t been before he came along.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><span>At first he denied her love, then her friendship and now he was paying for it, there was nothing he could do, nor nothing he\u00a0<\/span><em>wanted\u00a0<\/em><span>to do to stop it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 It sank in, slowly inching it\u2019s way to his heart. The cold tongue of the blade creating what felt like a tornado, sucking away his breath as his think, hot blood rushed to meet it like a <strong>messy, red,\u00a0embrace.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0He should have come to see her. He should have known it was time to accept her apology when Winter came to see him. She had been so worried about her sister, so protective so\u2014 they were\u00a0<strong>family.<\/strong> Winter didn\u2019t care what Isaac had done to her sister so long as they worked it out, but there was no\u00a0<em>working it out<\/em> anymore. There was no more time to reconcile, to rebuild the friendship she <em>broke<\/em> and that he promptly <em>destroyed.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0He could have saved her if he had just forgiven her, he could have prevented her from taking this step; from taking his\u00a0<strong>l i f e .<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201d<em>I was just so<\/em>\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0He was forced to stop speaking as the metallic, iron taste of his blood reached his tongue; he was drowning in it. He could feel himself slipping away as the knife slipped deeper, eager to meet his skin and beyond what it held. His vision began to dim, blackness taking it over as a thick trickle of red began coming over the rise of his dry lip, dripping down onto his chest from it\u2019s place at the corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0<\/span><span>\u00a0\u201d<\/span><em>\u2014<strong>h u r t .<\/strong><\/em><span>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>thenameislahey: Send me \u00a7, for my muse\u2019s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest. [ NO LONGER ACCEPTING\u00a0] \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0If he lived, he didn\u2019t think he\u2019d be able to forgive her, but it wasn\u2019t for her driving and twisting the blade into his gut. The physical pain was nothing to him, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/06\/15\/knife-slipping-icon-thingy\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Knife slipping icon thingy<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[530,575],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9052"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9052"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9052\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9052"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9052"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9052"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}