by James Thaddeus Presley

Created on: January 22, 2009

Sandra carved her stomach with a shard of her piggy bank as her sister looked into the mirror and put long gashes in her fleshy cheeks. Blood ran into her mouth and down her chin. The money found inside the bank was no more than ten dollars, but it wasn't the money they were after. They wanted the ceramic. They wanted to cut themselves.
An "X" was Sandra's goal, to put one so deep that it would always be there. She wanted an "X" on both her breasts. She wanted to make herself ugly. But it was Ashley who wanted to cut her face. "Look at me, Sandie," she cooed at her sister, "I'm going to cut wholes all the way through," and she did it by pushing the glass through her flesh into her mouth. When she smiled, blood poured out between her teeth. Then she cut her forehead and while she did that she thought about cutting her throat.

Neither of the girls cried while they cut, they only kept their distance from each other, using their own vanity mirrors, and followed their own hearts. They were twins by birth and they never allowed themselves to feel the pain of the world; not since the abuse began did they care to be seen by anyone. They were shut away years before, put in the attic, and when they told their mother what their father had done to them, the attic door was locked. Sadly, they grew to know only each other and the butler who brought them food. Pain to Sandra was being away from Ashley; that is what hurt her most. And now since the men different had started visiting them every night, she promised she would never leave her again.

"Now, when the men come," Ashley told Sandra, "they will see us cut and ugly." She looked at her sister for approval and a tear came to her eye. There was her beautiful sister with gashes in her breasts. The blood pooled in her belly button. But, this would save them. No one would want them now. The men would stop coming now.

At 6 o'clock, as always, the butler came to the door and unlocked it. He searched the room for the girls, when he didn't see them. It was only when they spoke that he realized what he was looking at. The girls were covered with blood. Ashley's face was caked over like a living scab and Sandra sat naked in the corner picking at a bloody mass where her nipple should have been.

The butler dropped the tray and soup splashed across the wooden floor. "My ladies," the butler called, falling to his knees, "what has happened to you, has someone hurt you? I will get your mother."

"We did not do this for mother," Sandra answered

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