Battles

As does the pain of being alone, and the pain of keeping it all inside, and the pain of always feeling just short of adequate. As soon as the bell rings, she grabs her purse, the remainder of her belongings, and rushes to the bathroom. Stall door locked behind her, she hastly removes the pocket-sized fingernail clippers from the inside zipper pocket of her purse. Without hesitation, she viciously begins to slice away the skin on her wrists and arms, which already are decorated with scabs and scars from her last self-injury. To Amy, it's the only way she can gain some amount of control in her life. Tears didn't fill her eyes, no sound of pain was emitted. In fact, the only feeling she felt was control.

Infinite, absolute control.


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