The warm red liquid dripped down your arm till it hit the white porcelain of your sink, staining it a crimson.
The knife had dug deep this time and you would have to wear a long sleeve shirt tomorrow, to hide the evidence.
But that's all right. Didn't matter anyways because in time the wounds that were leaking thick crimson would be merely scars.
A/N: Oof aren't I a happy beam of sunshine today? Welp that little thing has been in my mind for ever so it feels good to write it out.
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Dark Drabbles
RandomThese are just things that I think up really. I felt I should write them down somewhere and I should probably give you a trigger warning. So here it is a trigger warning for pretty much everything because my mind is a fucked up thing.
