My mind is thinking a hundred different things at once. I can't control my thoughts. My already scarred skin is calling out to me; looking beautiful in the moonlight coming through the window. My mind is telling me it will look even more beautiful with bloodstains and gashes. I'm trying to resist these thoughts, I really am. I told myself I wouldn't hurt myself again... It hurts too many people around me. But I can't resist... I need the calming. The delicious feeling of the cold metal pressed against my warm flesh. My blood trickling down my arm, creating pretty patterns and running free. Opening my flesh is so calming to me. It's like all my thoughts just bleed out along with my blood, the noise in my head stops and I can rest. God help me if I can't resist. This will be a bad one.