TW: HEAVY DETAILED SH IN THIS PART
I've relapsed and lost all my progress.
The blood which dripped from my wrist was... bright.
It was fresh.
I still had my blade in hand, and it was covered in my blood.
I really needed to stop, but the pleasure was so fantastic. I loved the feeling of it trickling down my arm.
I enjoyed the feeling of warm, fresh blood dropping from my wrist down against my thigh. It felt... pleasing.
And I couldn't get myself to stop, but honestly,
I needed to stop. I needed help.
I heard my phone ring.
Horror filled my face -- It was one of the people I was closest to.
And they were calling me on facetime.
I answered, putting my phone facing the roof.
"Hey, where are you?"
"Uhm. In my room, why?"
"Can I see? I heard you got new posters!"
"Not right now, I'm changing."
"I'll call you back."
That was a close call.
I quickly ended the call, as I lied about "changing" my clothing.
The reason I lied; if I told my closest friend, she'd call the police. I fear confinement.
I feel so sick.
I hate this.
"You"
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