It Started with a Scab

by Heather Leet

She picked at the scab on her knee. It felt good and when the scab slowly peeled away leaving a shiny bloody spot it felt even better. That was how it started, the cutting. As a remembrance of that day she first picked at a scab as a small girl. Now she cut all the time and each time she did, it felt better then it had the last time. She hid the cuts behind long sleeves and no one had guessed yet and that also made her feel good, knowing that it was her secret.


Heather Leet, author of The Porthole, is a modern day Robin Hood, but instead of stealing from the rich she cajoles them into giving her money to help fund programs that will hopefully one day make the world a better place. She spends not enough time writing on her blog, and hopes to one day publish her collection of Love Poems to Dictators.


madam z said...

This is so well told, that I finally have a glimmer of understanding of what makes a "cutter" cut.

Anonymous said...

If anyone's interested, check out "Skin Game: A Memoir" by Caroline Kettlewell.

Heather, very good story. Thank you.