again.
she stabbed herself again. as she pulled the blade, she felt the blade slice thru her flesh as it did countless of times. she was used to the pain.
she watched the blood gush. watched it drip to the floor. and soon, watch the blood clot on the wound.
she stared with fascination though the ritual has been repeated many a times. to be exact, hourly every single day. she bandaged the cut, sat herself infront of the tv and watched while keeping an eye on the time.
once the hour was up, she took out her blade again, with relish. she chose a new spot and stabbed again.
she had wanted to feel the pain. she lived to feel the pain.
the pain was the only thing that reminded her that she was still alive.
