Psychotic love

Alexs' day.

-trigger warning just in advance-

Alex got on the school bus and began to cry, it had been another crappy day at school, all she wanted to do was go home and have a hot shower.
~Alexs' POV~
That bus seriously couldn't have been any slower, at least I'm home now and my family don't come home for another two hours. I headed upstairs and turned the shower on, I stepped in and i instantly felt so much better.
All I had to do now was shave, (simple, right?) Im obviously perfectly fine with shaving, but I caught my leg, and blood started dripping, but.. it felt good.? Why am I enjoying this..?
I picked up the razor again and looked at its bloody blades. In a split second I had already slid it across my thigh and even more blood was dripping. It filled me with so much satisfaction.. but why?
I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts, what the fuck was I thinking!?
I turned the shower off and quickly wrapped a towel around myself, forgetting to move anything off of the side. I ran into my bedroom and started crying, why did I do that!? It felt good and filled me with so much satisfaction, but that's not the
point, I just harmed myself because it felt good. What has gotten into me?
~time skip to her getting ready for bed~
I slid my pyjama shorts on, but I could see the fresh cuts on my thigh, they're all I could see, it filled me so much guilt and regret. I checked the clock in my room and it said 11pm.
I made the decision that I was going to have an early night.
I was laid in bed when my phone suddenly lit up, I decided to check it, It was from my mum, it read:
"Alex, your shaver is broke and there is blood on the blades, care to explain this to me??"
Oh shit..