5 months over due.

Short story of a girl's relapse.

She was sitting there innocently when she looked down and noticed the faint scars. It made her smile, giggle a little. It's been a long time since she made those beautiful lines. She misses it, they way each slide of the blade made her forget about the internal pain. She looked over and saw the razor sitting there starring taunting and tempting her. When trying to pry it open like she has done many times her finger slipped and it sliced deep. She jolted back in shock but when she saw the blood it satisfied her crave.  It started bleeding faster so she let it drip into the palm of her other hand, by the time her hand was full of blood she decided it was time to wash up. Applying pressure and continually rinsing it still bled I didn't realize it went so deep but it felt so good to watch it drip. Indeed I admit it was me.  I wish I could say I regret it like I have before but this time I didn't and I almost want more.