Time slowed as she pulled the small peice of metal across her arm. The metal wasn't cold, but it left a pinching sensation as the skin pulled together before parting. Leaving a streak of red in its wake.
She smiled as her body relaxed and repeated the process another four times.
She lay back on the bed, feeling no inclination to move as the high ran through her body. A thin line of blood slowly dripped out from the cuts, sliding down the sides of her arms. She knew she'd have to clean it up soon but there wasn't much so it could wait till she felt less heavy.
In a few hours the cuts would be nothing more than a few raised, thin lines on her arm that if seen she could pass off. Not that anyone would see, she'd chosen her outfit for the day with her morning routine in mind.
Slowly she felt less heavy and started to twitch her fingers, then flexed her arm. Satisfied that the high was gone enough to funtion but still feeling pleasently relaxed, she stood up and started to put on her chosen clothes. She left her shirt off long enouh to grab a tissue from the bedside table, carefully wiping up the remaining blood. Throwing away the stained tissue she put on the last of her clothes and grabbed her backpack, enjoying the pain from the strain on her still raw wounds.
It wasn't untill she walked through the doors to school and almost immediately felt the sting of ice and corn syrup that the high really wore off.
"Morning loser." Azimo laughed, already walking away.
Rachel sighed and headed to the bathroom to clean up and change, thanking every god availible that she'd remembered to bring her spare blade to school.