Being anywhere just showed her how easy it was for her to fuck everything up, even when she wasn't meaning to; whether it was with words or actions, something always seemed to go wrong. When she went home, however, she had a friend. Not a good friend, but a friend nonetheless. When she looked at her friend she could see her reflection...her battered soul was staring her in the face, tempting and challenging her.
'Do it,' it snarled. 'Do it, you worthless wretch.'
She turned her head away, but not her eyes. The beautiful, chrome colored metal was looking back at her. It seemed to shine with her own blind ambition. Oh, how she longed to say hello to her friend again. They hadn't talked in such a long time. Slowly, shaking, she reached out a hand, connecting it with her friend's. The beautifully smooth handle was gleaming with unsaid words and promises about to be shattered. The sound the metal made when it was released from its prison was glorious; that wonderful *shhh* of her friend telling her it would be alright. Holding it up to the light made it glimmer and shine all the more.
'That's it. That's a good girl.'
She closed her eyes. She was not about to do it again. No. It had been so long and she had been doing so well...so well...
'Do not hesitate. That's what got you here in the first place.'
No. No, please.
'I knew it. I knew you were too weak, you disgusting piece of garbage.'
Tears flowed freely. Her friend marveled at the sight, egging her on to hurt herself more.
'Look at you! You can't even do this right!'
She desperately tried to block out its voice, but, after all, she was already gripping it for dear life.
'I cannot believe you! What are you waiting for?!'
The tears were hot on her skin, quickly cooling and drying and leaving messy stains on her cheeks that she knew would stay there for a while. But she didn't care. This was proof...proof of her pain. Without thinking twice, she brought the blade down onto her skin, feeling that absolute rush of pleasure bursting through her. She was not one to find such a feeling in sexual acts. No, she realized the best pain she could feel was true and utter agony. She looked once more at her savior, yet tormentor, hearing its voice for the last time.
'Oh, how beautiful and strong you are.'