My wrists scream.
She yells: No, that I've changed.
But they need the pain.
Stop!
PLEASE!
SHUT UP!
But the pain is good.
STOP!
But they hate you.
I don't care!
Oh silly girl! Yes you do! The blade is right there.
STOP!
You miss it don't you?
SHUT UP!!!
It's ok. What harm could it do?
She gives up and slides the silver blade across her delicate wrist. She flinches at the pain she's gone so long without. I missed you. She whispers.
