Chapter 12

Orchid Caressed the blade in her hand. Gentely, careful not to cut herself. She liked to cut. Clean straight lines opening skin so seemlessly. The slow forming of red leaking thru. She liked to cut other people, not herself. It would be a shame to mark up her pretty skin. So she used other people as her canvas. Most of her subjects were willing, sometimes not. She cringed as she thought of the mess she'd made with the last one. She had gotten a little carried away, it was a mistake. Everyone made mistakes right. She shook her head, trying to shake away the memory. She had to move on. There was nothing she could do to change what happened. Apparently saying Im sorry wasn't good enough. Tossing the blade onto the table she sighed. The inspiration was gone now. No longer feeling like looking for a new toy to play with, she started to fumble with her clothes. Too many buttons. She rolled her eyes as she finally shrugged out of the ugly brown top. Slidding off the matching skirt, she bundled up the clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Smiling as she looked down at herself, checking herself out in the mirror on the bathroom door. "At least she has cute bra's and panties", she said to herself. Going back to her room she lay across the bed, tucking a pillow under her head. The last thing on her mind before she passed out was Jackson.