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Hurting F Hampton Carmine

This is a chort story!Cellist Jeanette Barrowman was an elitist mean girl, immensely talented, and aloof. What no one could see was that she was also an emotional wasteland, filled with impotent rage and loneliness. Unable to express her pain, she shoved all the soul-crushing crap down deep striving for the purity of emptiness. Deep down where her life's failures festered and oozed, poisoning her, she knew something was wrong with her. Her mother thought only of herself. She had no friends at school or in the neighborhood. Her cello and the music from the great composers were her only companions, and through her playing, at least they spoke to her. Her life, it's demands and the isolation was crushing her and the anger that had filled her and kept her strong was dribbling away, being replaced by emptiness and loneliness. Somebody had to pay. Somebody had to hurt. But despite her bluster, she knew that she was the only one she had the power to actually hurt. She eased open her dresser drawer and dug under her underwear for her razor blade. Just a few cuts, just a little real pain to blunt her mental pain; just a little red blood to color her gray joyless world. She'd be okay by tomorrow to face the world again.