the white light

stress

i wasn't sure how to deal with all this stress. so, i google'd it. "some people talk", well,that one was out the window the second i found out all my friends were backstabbers. i scrolled a bit more, until one caught my eye. "self harm". "oh, what's that" i though. so, i googled that. "what is self-harm". a few things came up, but one thing caught my eye. cutting. so, i thought, why not try?

"fuck, where am i going to find a blade?" i rummage for a while until. *ding* my sharpener. i ran to my pencil case so fast. got it. grabbed the sharpener and a pair of scissors and unscrewed the blade apart from the plastic. i hover the blade above my wrist for a few minutes, shaking and squinting my eyes. 3.. 2.. 1.. slash. you let out a small gasp, but, relief. you pant heavily and do it again.. and again.. and again.. until you were drenched in raw red blood.