"Add pressure to the blade, slide it across your flesh. Watch how deep it cuts up your flesh. See how much blood flows out?" my demons laugh and whisper in my ear. I wrap bandages around the cuts. The bandages become soaked with my blood as soon as I place them against my torn flesh. I wince in pain as I apply pressure to my wounds. I begin to wonder if this comes close to the pain I caused him. "Not even close, maybe if you do more and go even deeper. Try doing it on your wrist" I place the blade upon my wrist. I apply as much pressure as i can the blade slices into my skin. I drag it down slowly as blood explodes out of my flesh. My demons scream and cheer "Thats it darling!" they laugh as I lay down slowly breathing. They stand over me "Foolish girl you trusted us and look what happened now. You're such a stupid girl" they squeal and laugh. They soon disappear as I hear the school bell ring for us to go to our next class. I sigh as I stop daydreaming, I look around as tears fall down my cheeks. Am I so depressed that being alive is so horrible? Or is it that being alive is so wonderful? are these tears of happiness or sadness? I can not tell...
