That night, she cut.
But not where anyone could see it.
Her sides.
Her hips.
That night she felt the pain.
The pain that washed over her in a never ending torrent.
The pain that she craved so much.
That night the blood flowed.
The blood that ran down her from the cuts.
The blood that she had never properly seen before.
Apart from when she had smashed her head in a year ago.
That night she screamed and cried.
But no one heard.
Because they were all asleep.
And they wouldn't have noticed anyway.
She seemed happy.
No need to question her.
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One More Life
De TodoA short story told as a collection of poem style parts. It centres around the life of a girl as she struggles with depression, self harm and suicide. Potential trigger warning.
