Save me from myself

 The blade ran along her white thigh like a warm knife through butter in a long precise line. She was no stranger to cuts, she did it neatly and almost professionally now. She took a long drag from her ciggerette and led her head back as the high rode through her body, this was it. The highlight to her day.She let the blood trickle intrecatly down the length of her leg as she leant back on her pillow.

Surely this wasent the answer, was there something else?

No there was nothing, she was alone.

With that thought she started to draw again, the blood making amusing patterns in her skin as she tried to force herself to forget.

*Unknown POV*

Pumping my legs faster i glided down the cold, dark road on my old bike and felt gratefull for the soft breeze against my tense skin. I pulled softly to a stop and looked up and the spectacular whiteness of the moon, how the stars surrounded it in a neverending cycle, radianting light. The sound of music turnt my attention to a light closer to earth, and to me.

Glancing up into that window was a shock, and yet a relief. Sat upon a neat bed was a girl. Long blonde hair fell messily down her sides as if her fingers had ran through it continuously. Her back was to me so her face was hidden but her long leg stretched out onto the bed was not.

Watching in amazement i couldent draw my eyes away. She drew lines into her pale skin, as she leant back and smoked in ectasy at the high it must create. I felt fascinated and amused all at once, i know that feeling. That addictive high, it felt like heaven.

My arms instantly started getting itchy, the oh so familiar sensation when my skin missed the kiss of the metal. Dragging my eyes from her now feverish cutting and making a silent promise to return, i swung my bike around and started to pedal.

My own pain and pleasure was waiting, within my own blade..