For those without a voice---
Noel sat alone in her room that evening. She hadn't wanted to be at the party down the street with all of her friends. She knew that they would never understand, so she sat alone in the dark. The only light in the room coming from the flame of a single candle and its reflection from the sharp, silver blade in her hand. She wasn't going to kill herself, she just needed to let off some steam. She'd never done this before, but she'd heard of people who would cut themselves and then feel better. Noel tried to remember what he'd told her, about how to do it right, but nothing came to mind.
She placed the tip of the blade to her fingertip and pressed until her eyes watered. It hurt but if she couldn't do this, prick her finger, how was she going to cut her arm? So she kept the pressure on the knife pressing down into the skin of her finger until he caught sight of the little red dot sprouting from the point. She then released the pressure on the blade and sat it next to her on the bed. Noel smiled to herself as she watched the blood bubble from her fingertip. After a moment, the blood started to flow down the side of her finger. Noel quickly put her finger in her mouth and sucked. She felt this was a natural response to a cut.
If you got a paper cut, you put it in your mouth. Even if you got a burn, you put it in your mouth.She thought.
She pulled her finger out when she thought it'd stopped bleeding. She quickly went to the cupboard of her bathroom and brought a towel back to where she'd been sitting.
"No mess," she said to herself, "no one can know."
Then she took the knife and quickly cut a short way down her arm. Noel exhaled quickly at the short second of pain before it vanished and was replaced by a feeling of release and exhalation. She hadn't even noticed she'd been holding her breath.