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I changed my mind and decided to skip class. I don't feel like going anyways. I feel a strong urge to cut. Since I met Azusa, I feel like I want to hurt myself more. Like he's making me want do this. But why?
I opened the door to the girls bathroom and checked to make sure no one was there. It was clear. I went inside and checked under the stalls. It was clear also. I went to the furthest stall, and went in.
I closed and locked the door behind me. I sat on the to toilet seat and took out my knife. I rolled up my sleeves and unwrapped my bandages that was hiding my cuts.
Once I was finished unwrapping the bandages, I looked at my arm. It was full of cuts. There was no space of skin left to see. Just cuts. Old or new.
I positioned my knife and started to cut. Blood dripped off my arm and onto the bathroom floor. I silently giggled. It felt good.
I cut more, but this time deeper. I knew that this will never be enough. I will keep on cutting until I'm satisfied. But it will never happen.
'This should be enough for now...' I thought, staring at my bloodied arm.
I stopped cutting and took out a roll of bandages out of my pocket and rolled it onto my arm. Once it was done, I rolled down my sleeves and stood up. I looked down.
My blood was on the floor, staining it's white color. I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped it off. I tossed the blood stained toilet paper into the trash once I was done.
I picked up my old bandages and threw them into the trash, too. I unlocked the stall door and opened it. I walked out and went to the sink.
As I washed my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a (s/c) girl with lifeless (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair staring back at me.
"..."
When I finished washing, I dried my hands and walked out the bathroom door.
I had only thing on my mind and I don't know why.
Azusa.
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The Masochist||Azusa Mukami
Romance(Y/N) is a 15 year old vampire girl that loves to hurt herself. She haves new scars everyday on her body. If it's old scars, she replaces them with new ones. What if one day, she meets someone like her at her new school?