The story so far:
My heart throbs at the thought of my blood running down my arm . I take the sharp shard of glass and slowly slice my arm open . the blood rises to the top of the gash that was now indented in my arm .I hear a knock on the door . I jump up and put my arm behind me ,in a non-obvious way . They dont come in, who was it ? my mind sits in agony as i await the person who would never come in. My mind sits in instability as i try to understand that there was no one there is no one . My arm sits in pain pusling with blood . I am alone.