2:30pm

She wakes up from the noise echoing into her room from the lounge room tv. Lying there in her bed she dreads even waking up to another day. She yawns and stretches under the covers, and musters up enough strength to get out of bed. Clumsily she stumbles to the bathroom, the cold floor a shock to her blanket-warm feet. Washing her hands, hear head subconsciously tilts up to meet the cabinet mirror. "Ugh, what a sight" she mumbles to herself, and makes a wounded attempt to push down her hair as it sticks up everywhere. She wanders back into her room, closes the door, and sits on her bed. Just sitting there she takes in a deep breath and sighs, realizing it is yet another day of the holidays, and she has nothing to do nor anyone to do anything with. "I might as well've stayed in bed" she thinks.

After a while of pondering, she gets dressed in whatever is resting on her chair from the day before. She realized that since she woke that there was no sounds of people talking, just the tv, so she does a round of the house finding that everyone was out. "Damn, no note" she says as she stares at where a note would be if anyone had bothered to leave one. So at this she heads down to her brother's room to turn on the modem, beginning the day with her computer. She stands there in his room, admiring the fancy new keyboard and case of the computer. That computer used to be hers and her brother's, but the arguments she presented to her parents and brother about why it shouldn't be in his room, proved to be
'too immature'. Shaking her head after remembering this, she wanders out of his room and turns the laptop on. MSN opens yet there is no one on. "Typical" she thinks. Now bored at her desk, she catches sight of something glistening in her pen holder, so she takes hold of it realizing it's her knife. She looks at it, enclosed in it's plastic casing with the safety latch down, looking as if its hardly been used...or so it would appear to someone other than herself. It's been a long time, probably a month or less since she last "used it"; her tolerance level was down, probably almost as low as it can go before needing to "use it" again. But she thinks "No, it's almost school, if I do it outside of school it feels like there's not that much of a reason". Oh but she desperately felt the urge to do it, so alone as she was, no one around, and well no one to tell her not to but then again there never was...So she does,

Just
..One
...Tiny
....Cut...
The swelling bubble of blood gathers at the site, so she makes another, and again some more, now she has a collection, sufficient for her burning desire. The tissues beside her, she takes out one and covers the site completely. She measures weather the blood loss is sufficient or not by how "full" the tissue is. "Whoa, this time it's really coming" she says to herself. The tissue is completely blood soaked this time - a record. She carefully peels off the red, wet tissue and rests it on the tissue box, then takes out another, as the blood is continually flowing from the fresh, gaping wounds. "Hmm, maybe it's too deep?" She thinks, feeling slightly light-headed. She decides to take precautions and takes a bunch of tissues from the box, lies down on her bed, and wraps the tissues around her arm like a bandage. After a while the blood stops flowing, and she begins to relax, not at any point was she stressed, but now the endorphins have come to her aid. Oh what wonderful bliss she feels. She smiles to herself content with the job she has done, even giving a slight laugh.

A few hours later her parents come home, by this time she has managed to clean herself up. She waltzes up to the front door with the fa?ade back up, greeting her parents with a smile and making conversation about how their day was, how they are, and answering quite happily that she, herself is "great".