Regina grimaced as she dragged the razor across her wrist. The blood started to drip covering the previous scars. This was the third time this week she did it. The act was becoming more and more frequent. She reached for the towel to stop the bleeding, it stung but it was good to feel something for once. It was late, Regina knew she should go to bed soon but she wasn't tired yet. Tomorrow was Friday, she really didn't want to go to school but there was no way her parents would let her stay home. Her grades were starting to drop, except history that's the only thing that interested her anymore. Slowly as she stressed about life she fell asleep.
