Once in a red moon

4

Munchkin awoke to the sound of chopping. Mark had begun to chop tomatoes for some salsa, he had to make something for the Halloween party at work. Munchkin fell back asleep in his cardboard box as Mark began to clean the knife and chopping board. He was putting the knife back in the drawer, but he hesitated. He began to rub the blade against a sharpening stone. Last time he used this blade was to cleanse his blood, but he was able to cut so deeply into his skin. The cold blade seeping into his arm like water into a sponge. And as he removed it the blood flooding out like a waterfall. Oh how much he loved the light headed feeling it gave him. His cutting knife looked so tempting, so sharp. Mark knew immediately that he just couldn't resist. He flipped the bottom of his arm up and aimed the freshly sharpened knife's point directly at his vein, and while holding his breath stabbed deeply into his arm. He let his breath go and began to scream in both pain and pleasure as he slowly cut up his arm, keeping pressure on the knife, until he reached the elbow. No, he couldn't stop there. He kept the knife in this arm and began to cut all the way up his arm to the shoulder. Panting for breath, he pulled the knife out of his arm and watched as the blood poured from the open wound. Grabbing the paper towel roll, he quickly wrapped his arm up so he went loose too much blood and also cleaned his blood from the floor. Munchkin lept out from her box and started drinking the blood from the floor, if she had to wake up she would at least get a treat. "No, kitty. Don't drink that!" Mark said in a tired voice, as he mopped up the rest of the blood. This is where the cycle begins.