Red and Unravelling

"My name is Ness and I've sawn off my hand. Blood slaked and screaming, both of us. I lay pale and weltering next to the 255mm slide compound mitre saw. Sirens skirl and I swear I can see them through the fog. This is my ghost story, my nightmare slice of psychological horror. "First there's frayed ends and sympathy, best friends and hospital beds. I cut my food with a guillotine. I sketch with a clipboard. It's not the dental floss and bra straps that disorient me, nor the memories of cold concrete rusted over with blood. It's the groans in my house. It's the breathing of the walls. It's the eyes that creep over the back of my head when I'm certain I'm alone. It's the hint of a fingernail that is regrowing from my stump, scratching away at what remains of my sanity..." Ness decides to reinvent herself while she picks up the pieces of her life following her grisly accident. She strips away the old life she once hated. Darkness manifests in her heart, and as she tries to be someone new, someone that isn't Ness, her old self lingers. Can she escape the horror she once lived? It's a story about self-destruction, self-hatred, and other things starting with self.