“I don't know why. I just couldn't help myself,” she said explaining the new cuts on her arms and legs. “I wanted to feel something, right now I can't feel anything at all.”

Talking to her razor blade she says “why can't I help myself with you? All you do is hurt me!”

She always goes back to the blade. Never stopping. Until one day, she is standing over herself asking what went wrong.

“I just wanted to feel something. Anything. And now I can. I feel free from his rage. From everything, he had done to me. I am free!”