"I just need to...get it out. A simple scratch that's all. Just. A. Scratch." I let my fingers slowly glide over my left arm, my nails crawling against the soft skin. Gradually increasing the speed of the friction, all I feel is the satisfaction. The satisfaction of the red droplets of blood that flow from my skin. "The devil's escaping...the devil's escaping...the devil's escaping!" I laugh uncontrollably. SHORT STORY Book Cover: @annajeanXAll Rights Reserved