“Okay, yeah, so I get it but like, are the razors like, supposed to be rusty?” Claire asked, smacking her gum loudly between words. Aubyn had dropped the two razor blades, which look liked they’d been picked up off the street after a rainstorm, on her bed and informed her these would be the tools of their escape from this life. Claire was skeptical at best.
Aubyn let out a grunt typical of teenage girls answering a question from a ‘clueless’ parent. “Oh my god, Claire, like, yeah. Like fucking duh,” Aubyn said, jutting her head forward throughout duh as if the word itself was pulling her from the jaw.
That one hurt, but Claire swallowed her pain. She only had to live in this world a little while longer, no need to tell Aubyn off right now even if she was being a total bitch.. “Okay, but like, won’t that make it like, harder to cut?”
Aubyn snorted. “Claire, you are like, so fucking dumb. If you weren’t about to kill yourself, I’d totally tell you to kill yourself. You’re like, that stupid.”
That tore it. “Shut the fuck up Aubyn, listening to you talk makes me want to kill myself right now.”
“Whatever,” Aubyn scoffed, “you probably even won’t even have the balls to do it when the time comes.”
Claire’s eyes widened with rage. She hastily picked up one of the razors, turned her left arm so that the underside was facing Aubyn, and cut horizontally across her wrist. As blood began to seep out of the wound, Claire dabbed the fingers of her right hand into the blood, then smeared it on Aubyn’s forehead. “Who doesn’t have balls now, bitch?” Claire thought that was pretty good.
For a moment, Aubyn simply stared at Claire, dumbstruck at what had just happened. When she regained her bearings, she was mad. Really mad. Suicide mad. Aubyn grabbed the other razor. “You can’t even kill yourself right, you dumb whore.” Aubyn brought the razor to her arm, mirroring Clair’s display moments before. “You slice along the veins, not across them.” She dug the razor into her skin at the wrist and made an incision following a vein all the way to the inside of her elbow. “No wonder Danny Price told me he thinks you’re retarded.”
Claire let out an incredulous squeak. “He. Did. Not.”
“He did, though, and he said he thinks you’re gonna like, die stupid and stuff too.”
“Fuck you, Aubyn, I’m gonna die so much cooler than you and Danny Price and I are gonna go out in hell.” Claire brought her razor blade to her eyeball. With the thumb and forefinger of her free hand, which had blood still dripping from the wrist, she pinched all of the lashes of her eye and pulled so that the skin of her eyelids was taught. She cut the eyelids as closely to her skull as she could manage without a mirror, and tore her eyelids free. She began to wimper as she gave a few more hacks to the muscles surrounding her now-exposed eye. After a well-placed false nail behind the tear duct, her eyeball came free with a satisfying pop. She used the razor to sever the nerve, then smashed her eyeball on the chest of Aubyn’s new blouse. “Guess it doesn’t matter where you got that top, Danny’s never gonna fuck you with like, gross eyeball juice all over your top.”
“You fucking bitch!” Aubyn shrieked. She was not going to let Leg-Hair Claire show her up. She ripped off her top in rage, then carefully stretched the skin of her lower belly with her fingers and sliced her abdomen open with her blade. “I’ll show you! I’ll fucking kill you!” Aubyn reached into her gaping wound, fumbled around inside herself for a moment, and came back out with a fist full of small intestine. She stretched out about three feet of her insides and lunged toward Clair, knocking her over, and wrapped her innards around Claire’s throat.
Claire began to slap wildly at Aubyn’s face. Clair’s razorblade, which was still pinched in her fingers at the time, became lodged in Aubyn’s temple, and blood began pouring from Aubyn’s face into Claire’s open mouth.
Claire gurgled and struggled for air that never came. “I..like...” *gurgle* “fucking…” *cough* “hate you…” Claire went limp.
Aubyn’s vision began to go dark. She’d lost a great deal of blood from her three wounds. Stupid Claire. Aubyn fell sideways on top of Claire’s lifeless body. As the world went black in front of her, she spoke barely above a whisper. “Those were like…the gayest last words ever…”