Always trying new things. You wanted to be a rebel. You wanted to do bad things so you could say you did bad things. You were young. Hiding from anyone who might see, not like anyone's home anyway. A nervous wreck, find something quick, get it over with quick.

You don't understand the mentality of a cutter. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it feels kind of nice. But not that nice. Not addictive nice.

Not yet.

First Cut

It seems like a good idea,

at the time.

The unknown

is calling, and it wants blood.

The sharpest thing in the vicinity is a pair of scissors.

They're dull enough

that you have to press hard against your skin,

but even still,

you don't draw blood.

It feels like nothing

at first, so you try again,

and again.

You can see the cuts where the skin has been torn away,

pink but not wet with red.

And then it starts to hurt,

finally,

but it's a good kind of pain.

And everything's okay

for the first time in a while.

You put down the blade.

Curiosity killed the cat.