A Blob Of Deep Red Seeping From My Arm.

So Pretty.

Don't Worry, I Won't Do Any Lasting Harm.

I'm Sensible.

The Cuts Get Deeper As The Days Go By.

It Doesn't Hurt.

The More Blood Lost, The Less Tears Cried.

I Never Cry Now.

People Are Saying I'm Going Mad.

I'm Not.

Maybe I Am, Is It Normal To Feel This Bad?

Of Course.

This Time Is Really Confusing Me.

Don't Panic.

You Can't Escape From It; There's Nowhere To Flee.

So Fight It.

Scars Spread Ever Closer To My Wrist.

What's Happening?

I Know What To Do, I Can't Miss.

No, Don't.

Searing Pain Shooting Up My Spine.

Make It Stop.

A Dizzy Head – But I'm Feeling Fine.

Don't Fall.

There's A Lot Of Red On The Floor.

Like A Carpet.

I Don't Think I Can Stand Up Anymore.

Then Sit.

Head Spinning Crazily, I Can Hear Bells.

Getting Quiet Now.

Is This It? Am I Freed From My Living Hell?

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