Chapter 5 – Feel
Pain.
She dragged the blood-caked razorblade across the soft, white flesh of her pale forearm, watching the blood drip effortlessly down her arm.
Her eyes filled with tears, even though she tried to stop them by biting the inside of her cheek.
It hurt and she deserved that – and probably more – emotionally and physically.
She had taken four pills the day before and somehow she could still remember what happened, no matter how blurry it came out
She wiped the blood off the razor with a peach-tinted tissue and brought it back to her inner-arm and it glided, bringing back the rivulets of blood, watching as they dripped down onto brown carpeting.
She was getting weaker, and silently cursing herself for being so weak and fragile in her small, petite body.
She took a last swipe, this time making a deep gash in her upper thigh.
…Pain is the only thing that can make us stronger…