Puck
It wasn't really self harm.
He didn't cut, and he most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.
Fight club was Pucks lifeline.
Without it he would have drown.
Letting people beat him up and bruise him was a feeling he needed.
He forgets most meetings, a blur of beatings and laughter.
His own laughter.
He never shed a drop of blood, an unspoken rule.
He lived off the buzz he got.
He felt alive.
It wasn't really self harm.
He didn't cut, and he most certainly never bled.
It barely even hurt. It was uncomfortable but not really painful.