I’ve only cut once.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I was blinded by tears and my emotions were going out of control. I took the blade from an old razor and slid down the wall until I hit the ground. I closed my eyes. I pulled my wrist up against my body and pushed the point into my flesh. My fresh, pink, unharmed skin. When I opened my eyes, my tears were dry and there was a thin line of red slowly bursting from my skin. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought. Looking at the scarlet line calmed me down and before I knew it, I felt incredible. I wiped off the blood, stood up and evaluated myself in the mirror. I unlocked the door and walked out to find that everything was exacly the way I left it.
My life had just changed completely in a matter of minutes and my family had no idea. I want to do it again.. Soon.