The dark red liquid poured down her wrists and legs, trying to see who could run down the fastest.
It's amazing what those tiny silver things can do to you. How much they can hurt you. How much pain they can cause.
She sits alone on her bed, smiling to herself because the new marks and cuts are the only things that ever make her smile. They make her happy.
But then she frowns because she notices the bruises across her arm; made by her fathers fists. They look out of place beside these beautiful marks she's created.
And then, she would make a new one, maybe a bit deeper, because she wanted to feel the pain again. And she wanted to take away the pain she was feeling inside, with this pain.
She made sure that they were covering the bruises, as well. They look ugly on her.
Now her whole arm is covered in that dark red liquid, just like last night, only worse. The cuts from last night were still sore, but she still made new ones over them.
Her heart then starts to beat a bit faster whenever she hears someone wakes up to go to the toilet. This always scares her, because they don't know about this.
She pretends to be asleep, and hides her tools underneath her pillow, hiding away from the world, just like her.
You see, no one knows what she gets up to at night time when the world is sleeping.
They just expect her to be sleeping happily like everyone else.
They just expect her to be happy because she's always smiling.
It's amazing how a fake smile can hide everything
