Heh.. That's more blood than when I first made that cut.. Not just beading it's.. Dripping.. mmm..
...Not enough though..
Mum will be angry.. You know she'll be angry.. Might get worse..~
Don't give a damn..
...Maybe you're right though, maybe I'll go for somewhere less visible..
..It keeps tempting me though.
Press through. It's right beneath the flesh. Dark. Maroon. Teasing you. Such a thin layer. It's fucking teasing you.
But if it bleeds there they might notice. I might not stop. You know as well as I that's probably the deepest too.
Yeah, because you fucking stabbed, that wasn't a cut.
...But it started with the pencil.
You think that was a fucking accident? Why do you lie to yourself?
Because I have to lie to others that way so much.. Best way to pretend is to lie like that.. To get myself thinking it's the truth..
Your lies won't get rid of the scars forming.
I love scars. They're pretty.
They don't think so. They'll make you get rid of them.
I WANT THEM.
THEY'RE MINE.
Calm the fuck down. Go for your ribs again later. You don't even have P.E anytime soon.
No one will notice.
...Sounds reasonable..
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