Rachel's Week from Hell - Sunday, Part 1

Rachel awoke around 3am, confused to why she was in the living room until she noticed the homework spread about the table and the blue screen of the television and realized she had fallen asleep. She sat up with a groan as her back popped from the position she had fallen asleep in. She flipped off the tv, took her now cold cup of tea to the kitchen, and climbed the stairs to her decided to turn her alarm on since she needed to grocery shop later in the day and fell into her bed, not bothering to change out of her laid in bed thinking about her dads and how much she wished they were home with her, asleep down the hall. After an hour of being awake she became frustrated that she couldn't fall back asleep. And begin talking to herself again"Rachel, shut up. Stop thinking so much. They'll be home next week. Just go to sleep. Great Rach, talking to yourself again. Fantastic. You really are going crazy."She laid in bed for another hour staring blankly at the ceiling as she cried. She finally gave in, wanting nothing more then a trance like state, she made her way to the bathroom. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

Opening the drawer, she pulled out the razor and felt the cool metal against her hand as she ran her finger lovingly over the blade. Knowing that it was getting harder to hide her arms, she pulled her sweat pants off and kicked them to the corner. Since the weather was getting colder, she had the prefect excuse to start wearing jeans instead of skirts.

Looking at her self in the mirror, she watch as she brought the blade down to her right thigh. She took a deep breath as she pushed down on the razor and drug it across her thigh. Still looking at the mirror, she watched as the blood dripped out of her leg. She put the blade back to her leg and began to add to the first cut.

Rachel continued to stare at herself as she sliced her thigh open another 12 times, finally stopping when she realized that she was starting to feel slightly woozy from the loss of blood.

When Rachel snapped back to reality, she looked down to see the damage. She first noticed the large pool of blood that she was standing in. As her eyes traveled upwards, she saw the streaks of blood still running down her leg, When her eyes landed on her thigh, she saw the 13 large gashes. Gashes that were still bleeding heavily. They were deeper then any of the previous ones. She stared in awe as the combination of relief and dizziness came over her.

Steadying herself with her hand on the counter, she grabbed a washcloth sitting on the sink. She soaked it in cold water and pressed it to her thigh. She hissed at the pain as the cloth made contact with her torn skin. Deciding to take the pressure of her weight off of her leg, she plopped onto the toilet lid and propped her leg up on the side of the bathtub, adding more pressure to her leg.

After holding the cloth in place for five minutes, she slowly pulled it off. The bleeding had finally stopped. She twisted and leaned to rinse the cloth out in the sink before using it to wash off the dried blood on her leg.

Opening the drawer that held her razors, she pulled out her bandage kit. She put a layer of ointment on her leg and wrapped a few layers of gauze around her thigh and taped it in place.

She stood up carefully and winced at the pain as she put her weight on the leg. She moved to the floor to wipe up the blood before it became too dry.

Standing up carefully once again, she rinsed the cloth out and tossed it into the hamper..

Rachel limped back to her bed, relieved at the feeling of sleepiness finally coming back to her.

She looked at the clock and noticed that it was already 6am, groaning when she realized her alarm would be going off in just 2 hours. Knowing that there would be no way she could handle the elliptical, she re-set the alarm for 10, deciding that sleeping in would be a better idea.