Shower Time Just one cut I told myself as I held the razor to my wrist. Just to see if I feel any pain as the water pours from the shower and runs down my back and is swallowed up by the plug just like I'm being swallowed up my society. I blame society for what I've become. I shake as the blade slides across my porcelain skin. The pain is instant and intense and it feels like my hand has been mauled off by a dog. I take a deep breath, the impact not great enough and slice my skin again. The effect is greater. A pool of blood forms in the water at my feet and it spreads to the surrounding water causing the water to pinken. My wrist is bleeding profusely and I start to panic that it won't stop. I slice again anyway past caring if I live or die. This takes too great a toll on my body and I start to feel faint and I pass out and fall to my knees. I wake up to find myself curled up on the floor with a great ache in my wrist and I stand up again but I fail instantly so I crawl out of the shower to the first aid kit and bandage myself up. I lean against the wall and pray I've not become addicted to the stereotype of an emo.