She was a little lightheaded from the sobbing and the loss of blood. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, how many cuts she'd made. Just to get him out. To get the pain out. Maybe if she bled enough, hurt enough, the other hurts would go away.
"I used to hunt...kill...find a mark, take him out. Hard. Bloody. Purifying. I can't...There's no one left to hurt...to kill..."
Except him in her. She could cut him out if she tried hard enough, she was sure.
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Date: 2006-03-04 06:59 am (UTC)"I used to hunt...kill...find a mark, take him out. Hard. Bloody. Purifying. I can't...There's no one left to hurt...to kill..."
Except him in her. She could cut him out if she tried hard enough, she was sure.