Its from long ago, excuse mistakes. POV is Roxas'
Never owned it, never will.
I can fell the cool metal press against my skin, my heart beating faster as I pressed down harder. The blade kissing the ivory skin but never cutting.
I hiss as I bare down even harder, feeling the veins grind against the bone. I slowly drag the blade across my wrist, only leaving a mark that's pressed into the skin. I put the blade on the same place and drag it against the skin even harder. Again and again till I feel stronger pain kick in. It began to sting.
I withdrew the blade and moved down a half an inch and began to the process again, over and over, until my arms are covered in white and red marks.
I suddenly dropped the blade and stared at my battered arm. It stung, feeling the wind from the fan worsening the pain. I ignore it and stare at the cuts, examining each one.
The marks crossed forming lines and crosses, all patterns unknown.
I drop my arm and let it hit the ground, unless and limp. I began to laugh, knowing I'd finally broke, Axel had finally won.