Flash Fiction in precisely 100 words.
In the tunnels beneath Spencer Street, Avery trades her love for a full syringe. It is love she gives out to forget about her pain, love that grazes her back and bruises her groin.
At home she cuts her arms and legs, making bloody tattoos from her limbs. The reopening of healing scars releases the pain as much as cause it. When she cuts the wounds open, they bleed and heal. She watches herself in the mirror. Abuse in stereo. It makes her smile until the throbbing of her groin reminds her of the pain she can’t see as reflections.