Light's POV (the next day)
I was in the bathroom. I couldn't stand the sight of myself. I felt like I needed to empty my entire body and start all over. And that's just what I did. I pulled out the small pair of scissors that were kept in the first aid kit in every bathroom. Opening them as wide as the could go, I pushed the edge into the skin on my shoulder feeling it slowly open and widen the fleshy material. The blood rushing down my arm relieving me of the stress in my body. Just I couple more times I thought. After completing 3 cuts on my left arm and 3 on my right I felt more empty and less dirty. I was getting back into my old habits again. Slowly taking the time to treat my wounds, I put on a new shirt and went to sleep.