She drew the razor.
She dug it deep into her arm.
'Ease the pain.' she pleaded.
The scarlet red blood was pouring out of her arm.
She'd done this all year.
She knew where to cut,where it wouldn't hurt her too much.
She'd done this countless times. Everyday, in fact, after lessons were over.
She would climb up the tower stairs, while crying, just to find escape in her room.
To find peace in cutting herself.
.xHermionex.