As delirious sit in his baby blue room, staring up at the ceiling fan. He decides if it is a good idea. It would for the crave, but bad if people see.
With the effort, he pulls himself off of his bed, slowly walking to the bathroom. With one pull, the cabinet is open, revealing knives, razors, and any bathroom material.
The one he mainly uses, the sharpest of the batch, is covered in dry blood. He doesn't hesitate to pick it up. His hand are shaking, he is shaking, his mind is battling this urge.
But the mind is losing.
With a shaky breath and hands, he pushes the blade into his arm dragging it up. He went deep. The blood dripping onto the razor, then to the floor.
Its satisfaction to the troubled teen. He did the same to the other arm. He drops the razor, blood spilling from his arm.
He looks up and smiles knowing he got the satisfaction he needed.
Only did he know, it would be right back.
