5. Masochistic
It hurts. I'm not going to lie. It hurts so much I could drop dead from the intense pain shooting through my veins like a never-ending current of fire.
I wince and groan in pain as he reopens the large gash on my chest. The pain is back, stronger than ever. Tears of frustration run down my face as I will the pain to stop, but long for it to stay. My insatiable hunger for this rages, and I lean toward the knife he's now pressing against the inside of my wrist.
In a flash, it's over. The knife gone from my skin as he walks out of the room, slamming the door.
I reach towards scars on my stomach in desperation, reopening some of them and relishing in the horrible, yet oh so wonderful sting of pain. I slump back against the wall, feeling weak.
The euphoria from the pain is gone.
I long for it.
Masochistic.
It's 11:35 here and I thought it was close enough to tomorrow (midnight) to post this, and I really wanted to post it, so here it is! Chapter 5, a little early xD