Characters are not mine.
Story deals with my own experiences and is part of my recovery.

Jane couldn't sleep -again.
Thoughts were racing in her head and caused a headache so severe, that she had already taken some pills.
She had to make this stop. She had to silence her mind, she had to get all this pressure out of her head, she had to stop the pain.
Crying, she sat up in her bed, her hands stroking through her hair.
There was no other way, she had to do something, or she would be too exhausted to work the next day.
Slowly she got up to walk to her bathroom. She didn't want to do this. She turned around several times, but in the end she entered the brightly lit room.
Quickly, she got all of her tools together; the black towel, bandages, disinfection spray and her razor blades.
Even though she lived alone, she was always afraid that someone might catch her doing it. She was ashamed by what she did to herself.
Sobbing loudly she drew the blade across her thighs, feeling the pressure inside her head subsiding more and more with every red line she created.
Her mind calmed down and although she hated herself for creating soon to be scars, she felt peaceful.
She bandaged herself up and wiped away every trace of what she'd just done.

When she finally laid back in her bed, she slipped away into a dreamless sleep.