Bloody buddy

Today i was taken out of the box for the first time. My blades are freshly shiny and sharp. The light made me glisten brightly. I smile to myself because now i can finally be used. I had thoughts while i was in the box about the many different things i would be used for: boxes, wrapping paper, making snowflakes out of paper in many different shapes; yet every thought i had was wrong. Dead Wrong. The owner was a young boy around the age of sixteen. He had a weird glare on his face when he took me out of my comfy home. I saw other objects around the bathroom sink.I started to get worried because i had no idea what was going on, it was so much different than i had imagined. Then i realized what i was manufactured and processed for: some teens pleasure. The first time that i had helped him fulfill his fantasy, it was late one night in the bathroom across legs. He pressed me very hard, harder than anything, against the flesh and just slid me down. I felt blood run onto my once shiny blades while i made scars like the others next to mine. Then, the same thing happened quite a few more times until we changed the scenery and switched to the wrists. I look down and i see all the blood that has fallen to the floor when we were finished. I saw the boy crying and tear drops, that looked like drips of blood, fall and mix within it. I am used everyday, same exact time, for the next three months until he gets another box with a new toy in it, he gives it the same glare he gave me. I want to warn the new pleasure toy but i cant, i am just tossed aside with the other dull, blood dried objects to rust as i lie there and watch him take fall to the floor, scream "WELCOME HOME" and take his last breath.

bye: Elissa mershon