Warning really creepy!
Piper
I took a two slices of whole wheat bread and placed it on a paper plate. I grabbed the mustard from the fridge and smeared on the bread.
"Oh no I was not supposed to use mustard but ketchup, silly me I can fix that," I said in a woopsy voice.
I grabbed a long kitchen knife and stabbed it hard into my forearm I watched a long cut form witch was very deep and will turn into a scar. I watched my blood drip on the kitchen floor in a nice trail. I took the knife out of my arm it making a nice sound as the metal exited my flesh.
The blood dripped from the knife and I spread the blood onto the sandwitch I was making with mustard and spread my blood on the bread watching the red mix with the yellow mustard.
I took a bite of the blood sandwitch savoring the rich bold flavor of my blood. I ate it up until there was not even a crumb left loving more and more after each bite.
I was a vegitarion but blood did not count as meat right?
I walked to my first aid kit threading the large needle. I stuck the needle into my open flesh
" Ahhhhhhhhhhhh god damn it," I yelled in pain it was easy to take a knife to the hand but hard to sew it up you know what I mean fixing it always seemed to hurt more than braking it.
But I sucked it up and rung the thread through my body. I wrapped gauze around my sewn up flesh mess and walked to dresser.
I pushed the dresser and behind it in blood is reason why I like to cut. I wrote a new one every time I cut in left over blood.
I took my finger and dipped it into the little blood droplets that were on the floor I wrote with my blood tipped finger,
" I KUT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD" I smiled at my work and pushed the dresser over and went to bed thinking no one must know.
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