Zane sat on his bed, old blade in one hand and his new one in the other
He wanted to compare how both of them cut
He had other blades, but the old one was a blade he had for years and just hadn't thrown away.
Zane pressed the old blade down to his thigh, avoiding the other scars scattered across his pale skin.
He presses down as hard as he can and swipes, only forming a small scratch.
Zane rolls his eyes, he expected this.
He grabs his other blade and presses it down next to where the cat scratch is
He pressed down, not as hard as he did before but still putting a good amount of pressure on it.
He swipes quickly, just like he did before
But this time his thigh splits open, the cut longer than he meant it to be
He quickly grabs the towel he has and puts it under his leg so the blood won't get on his bed sheets.
Zane can see the ft on his thigh and giggles slightly as it looks slightly like beans.
Zane pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the cut, wanting to forever be able to see how big the cut is before it scars over and shrinks
Zane hates that scars shrink, it makes him feel invalid.
Zane sets his old blade down, grabbing his new one again
Zane presses it to another place on his thigh, pressing down ever harder
His thigh splits open more
Zane continues to do this on both his thighs until he starts getting lightheaded from all the blood loss
He realizes he hit a few veins with the different cuts
Zane reaches into the top drawer pulls out some bandages and does his best to wrap his thighs up
It going to hurt like hell tomorrow when he actually takes the bandages off and dresses his wounds right.
Zane puts his blades away and lets himself fall asleep, just hoping he'll wake up
