I know it's short but it way a spur of the moment thingTrigger warning so please please please if this might trigger you do not read.Disclaimer:I own nothing it all belongs to the talented and wonderful Cassandra Clare.
Clary and her mom where fighting again. They fought more often then they should, though Clary didn't care.
She couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but she knew it had gotten bad because they were throwing things and screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. It was to the point that Clary had locked herself in her room.
Her mom couldn't come in but she perfered it thay way, especially with all the verbal abuse her mom had been putting her through. She had been begging for weeks to go to Luke's but her mom wouldn't let her, so she settled for locking herself in her room instead.
Also cutting/self-harm. She did it a lot more than she should have, ecspeacally considering she shouldn't be doing it at all. But she couldn't stop herself from making three to four incisions every three days. It almost seemed natural for her.
And so as Clary sat in her room dragging the razor blade (that she had gotten off of her pencil sharpener) across her thigh, she felt the adrenaline rush kick in, and also felt her heart quicken, as she quickly dabbed at the four bleeding cuts.
She quickly realizes though that that's not enough and brings the razor blade up to her wrist and cuts, but through the already there and new Bliss she doesn't feel it when she goes deeper, at least not until her vision goes dark and she loses consciousness while her mom's screaming at her to open the door.