I hesitated at first. It was probably my natural instincts but i couldn’t stop now. I was so close to bliss. The knife touched down. It was cold on my skin. I dragged it across my chest. It was painful ecstacy. The knife came to the end of it’s line. i looked down at the cut i had made accross my chest. It didn’t seem complete. I wanted more. More pain. More pleasure. More blood to run down my chest.
I made another cut accross the one that i had already made. Again i looked at the mark. I had made a X in the middle of my chest. Blood ran down my stomach, it’s thickening consistancy rippling as i moved. I was satisfied for a short time. I looked in the mirror to admire the “art” i had made on myself. All of my problems and worries as a teenager flowed away as a high took over my mind and erased all that was wrong in the world.