32. Understanding.

    I test the knife across my skin, trying to ignore the gun feet away. I tell myself just to do it, but when I put the blade deeper I scream and flinch. My hand is far too shaky. I'd skin myself alive before I could make a crisp line. I try to focus on anything else, as my nerves and emotions merge. I growl in rage and I stab the knife into the floor, cursing. I pull my legs up, heels on the floor, knees bent and I fist my hair.

          "That's hardly even a paper cut, Alina. You are better than this." His taunting only enrages me more.

           "Leave me alone. Damn it. Some of us aren't bonkers. Some of us don't stab ourselves with wild dhit or burn our own tits with a hot blade from a fire pit." I snarl.

            "You know damn well I won't leave you alone. Calm your ass. You killed a woman with a briefcase and another w