She's proud of herself but she won't tell you why. It's been almost a week since she last even tried. But the voices won't stop today they won. Will she go for the razor or will it end with a gun.
After hours of crying and arguing with her self. She gives in and opens the Hidden box on her shelf. Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade. Oddly delighted with the choices she's made.
So once she takes the blade to her vein. And without even flinching or feeling no pain, Well, there is pain of course but it's mistaken for praise. She's lacking in judgment because the feeling of daze.
She sits there emotionalist, blood pouring from her wrist. Giving into the feeling she's so long resist. A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm. She's caught up in the evil as we know as self harm.
