Kort.
'Such a bad, silly kitty’. She whispered her well-known lie, as she took the blade and dragged it across her skin; leaving a perfectly straight line. She wanted the pain inside to disappear, to leave her alone with the scarlet blood dripping on the bathroom floor. Though it would never really disappear, it would still be slumbering in the background, waiting to strike again. She was just doing all she could do, to try to take the pain away.
And she knew, oh, she knew perfectly well, that one day it wouldn’t be enough to just try.
