Claire screamed with pain as the blade sunk into her skin. She loved the way it felt, the sight of blood running down her arm gave her a sense of relief.
However, soon the relief she felt betrayed her. That one little cut was just the beginning and her fury raged.
“I hate my life!”
She clawed at her arms and sawed back and forth, continuing her fiery rage.
Claire looked at her arms, stained and torn. She now felt ashamed of herself which only made her feel worse.
“I have failed myself! I don’t deserve to live!”
Her tears now ran down her cheeks much like the blood down her arms.
She was angry at herself now. She picked up things and started throwing them at her reflection in the mirror.
“You are ugly!” She fell to the ground like someone would drop a bag of trash.
She felt like trash… useless trash.
“I should have never been born!” Claire stood up, and determined she ran into her parent’s room and got the gun.
She locked her bedroom door, pointed it at her head and…
She woke up in a cold sweat. With tears running down her cheeks, she stared at the scars on her wrist and all the scars that are bigger and larger going up towards her shoulders.
“Lord, I thank you that I am still alive! That nightmare felt so real and I am just Thankful I have my life. I promise I will never cut myself again.”
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