Another update for you, sorry for any spelling mistakes, xxx

Dixie stood watching the blood continue to flow, the knife in her hand with her traces of blood. As the blood came out of her body, so did the emotions she felt better after feeling hurt and pain. She didn't know why but she did, she felt like she caused her dads death and wanted to feel pain and hurt. She put the knife in the washing up bowl, and put her arm under the tap running cold water over it. She winced as it stung, but that helped to any pain that she felt increased her feeling of satisfaction.

Looking at her arm, the noticeable red cut showing she ran upstairs to get a jumper so she could hide it from Jeff. He wouldn't understand that it made her feel better, she made a promise to herself not to do it again, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep that promise. If she did it carefully Jeff would never notice would he? Putting her jumper on, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, what had she become? What sort of a daughter was she for letting her dad down, she had done the right thing for making herself feel pain surely?

"Dixie where are you?" Jeff came in from walking little abs, getting worried as Dixie wasn't where he left her.

"Up here" She called back down, knowing that Jeff could never know what she had done. Jeff's footsteps coming up the stairs, looking on at her from the doorway of her room.

"You ok Dix?" Jeff looked on concerned,

"Yeah I'm fine mate, I've been thinking we need to get dad's funereal sorted" Dixie replied, feeling different after what she had done, she didn't know if it was better or worse but for the moment she felt good, she only hoped it would last.

"I know, are you sure you can…" Jeff was concerned that it was too soon and her emotions were too high to be doing this now.

Over the next week emotions had been running high, it was only Jeff and Dixie who went to her dads funeral, there was nobody else. Dixie was annoyed that Jeff didn't leave her alone that day, she felt so down and she only knew one way that would make her feel better. The only chance she had was when Jeff took abs for walks, she was always quick making sure to clean up every drop of blood. She really felt like she deserved to feel pain for being a rubbish daughter. Each time, she made the cut deeper and longer, causing more blood to escape it seemed the more blood that escaped the better she felt.

Being back at work was hard, she was getting stressed out remembering how hard It was to sort out the rotas to make everybody happy. When she realised she was alone, she locked her office door, before turning to one of her draws. A small pair of nail scissors, which she stretched outwards making sure they were sharp enough for a clean cut. This time the stress was taking over, feeling lost and numb once more, she needed to cut deeper to feel the same satisfaction as she did before. There was a lot more blood, falling at an alarming rate but before she had time to clean herself up Jeff called.

"Princess, we have a shout!"

"Coming Jeff" She pulled down her jacket, feeling the warm liquid find its way down her arm. She exited her office, running towards the ambulance.

"You ok princess, you look a little pale?" Jeff asked concerned when Dixie got in the ambulance, looking over her pale complexion.

"Yes I'm fine Jeffrey we are wasting time" Dixie was starting to feel a little weird, sort of dizzy and nauseous. On their way to the shout, she noticed blood around her fingertips falling from the cut on her arm. She just rolled the sleeves around quickly, hiding her hand in the jacket. She though to herself maybe she had gone to far this time? Jeff didn't notice as he was too busy keeping his eyes on the road, driving at a steady fast pace. They arrived outside a small building that had collapsed, nobody else was there but them.

"Come on then Jeff" Dixie grabbed the medical kit, ignoring the dizziness and running towards the pile of rubble, they could see a few people outside the small building shouting for help, crowding over somebody who was lying on the floor. But for Dixie everything became blurry, she was unable to hold her weight and collapsed to the ground, gaining Jeff's attention.

"DIXIE"