Blood clots formed over her new cuts, and she collected them on the blade looking interested and fulfilled with how they looked on the razor sharp entity. Her eyes scanned over to the mirror opposite her she starred at the image of herself and screamed loudly, scraping the blade over her skin again as tears fell mixing with the liquid leaving her body.
How had she managed to get to the position she was it right now. Sat shredding her arms in her bedroom while her family sat below her laughing loudly, every laugh from her family drove her to do it more. The PERFECT brother and sister over powered the reject of the family, they had no idea about her cutting and that was how she liked it.
Her breathing began to slow down and the tears dried upon her cheeks, the blade had stopped driving into her skin. And so she sat still, breathing little by little, calming her body down.
Her lips part and she whispers to herself “Why do I do this…”
