Mercedes
It wasn't really self harm.
She didn't cut, and she most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.
The freezer and pantry held her best friends.
Ice and salt.
She could do it anywhere.
Nobody would notice.
Slipping some salt onto her wrist under the table, she waits until everyone's attention is elsewhere.
Then she makes her move.
Sneaking ice from her drink, if she's desperete she'll take it from her brothers without much protest.
She places it over the ice and allows the familiar feeling to wash through her.
She repeats this everyday, in the same spot.
It wasn't really self harm.
She didn't cut, and she most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.