Blood.
Dripping slowly from the blade in my hand. From the wound on my wrist...
Pain.
Searing through my arm and leg like lightning. Unstoppable.
The metallic smell lingering in the frozen air. The coldness bringing me comfort. I'm insane.
Again and again, the blade finds its way into my cold skin, the warm crimson liquid beneath it seeping through like a broken medical bag.
My eyes water.
This is the only way to stop the pain.
The heartache.
The fearful reality I'd rather not face...
Its the only way to stop the abuse...
