Blades | Yoonmin

*~Chapter 1~*

Small pearls of blood formed from the thin line of red i had just made on my pale arm. They grew larger until they popped like balloons coming into contact with a pin and melted off of my already dripping arm. The blade from the pencil sharpener quivered in my hand, I slashed my snow-white arm until it was soaked in red liquid but the pain wouldn't stop. Nothing could distract me from this feeling. It wasn't like they described it in movies or books. It was worse than the sinking feeling. I wanted to die.

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 ~the next day~