What's the point of screaming if no one gives a damn?
I took happiness by dragging a blade across my skin, it made me feel relief...

Self harm.
Little Mary doing it.
I was about to do much more.


1. Prologue

That's how I feel as I drag the blade across my skin. It leaves behind marks that soon start to bleed, which will soon start to scab, which will soon turn to scars. I let the blood dribble down my leg and watch as it hits the smooth floor of the shower. I enjoy the moments where I can forget, forget the painful memories of the past day as I watch the red liquid run down my arm. Soon I will need to get tissues and plasters, patch up the mess I've made. Soon I will begin to worry- what if in the morning I can't find the bracelets? What if its to hot to wear a jacket? But not quite yet. For now I will let that feeling live on a little longer.
For destruction is creation. 

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