When you cut, the skin around it puffs, red like wine. The blood beads up perfectly in a crimson, dotted line. It stings and burns at first, but then it feels good, so that's only the worst. Your body is in pain but your mind is at ease. A sick satisfaction, all sanity leaves. One turns to two and two turns to four. At this point you just keep cutting more. There's no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through. Everyone else is happy, why can't you be too? The blood starts to drip and roll down your skin, and a smile appears on your lips from within, when you cut.
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Depression Quotes - Book 3
RandomOnce again, I didn't have nearly enough space in the first two books to get in all my quotes so I'm continuing from 400 in this one. Extreme trigger warning and swearing. 3rd of 4 books.
