RiffRaff
2:06am

My blood runs cold. My sister has pulled away from me tonight, and her head hangs between her knees as she huddles naked in a corner. I am done in emotionally, and physically I cannot bear her absence. I thought I had quenched myself of every breath of feeling, but with Magenta, not so. I must cleanse. I must purge. I must knife this out of me.

2:08am

It is nearly dawn now, the sun rises early in the hills of Frank's castle, but I am not touched by it. It has been too long. I cannot even let the rays of the first light shine and glint off of my long, fine knofe blade as I extract it from my homely little drawer. I cannot see it but I can sense its presence, slicing my skin, bringing my pestilent spirit a little closer to salvation, a littler fimer, and a little farther from doubt. The pain is exqisite, it is almost as good as the singing softness of my sisters body. I cannot bear it and so I yelp. It feels wonderful, but the lights come on elsewhere in the castle, and I hastily put it away again. I can see now the blood that seeps from my arms and legs and chest. What have I done to myself? Won't somebody see me like this? Won't Magenta notice? But then again, she already knows. It one of our dirty little secrets.
Someone is coming. I cannot see who it is clearly, but I am scared, deliciously so. I want someone to want to hurt me, to complete the cycle of pain, but I can't always hope for the best that way. If it is Frank he will beat me, and that it in itself a pleasure to go with the pain! If it is my sister, I will be subjected to her sympathy, and oh how horrible and scrumptious that is! Oh the sweet soft slip of flesh against feeling, and I am raw emotion now and I need her now more than ever. A light is definitely heading this way, and I am ready.