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Ronnie quietly walked into her bedroom and closed her door, locking it behind her. She moody on some music appropriate for the occasion "Am I Wrong?" by Love Spit Love and "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed being her favorite background music during difficult times. Ronnie moved to her dresser and opened one of its many drawers. She pulled out an innocent-looking box of matches from a topical anesthetic candle store. After opening it, she took out a slightly blood-stained cardboard pocket. Inside... A gleaming razorblade. Pulling the blade from its protective sheath, Ronnie sat on her bed. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and looked at her left forearm. It was getting harder and harder for her to cut her scars were not easy to cut over, and neither were fresh scabs. Finding a suitable area, Ronnie braced herself and easily dragged the blade across her skin. Immediately, a thin line of blood streaked across her open forearm. Ronnie could feel relief flowing throug h her body. How good it tangle to cut How wonderful to release all of her pent-up energy Eagerly, Ronnie made a second cut. Then a third. And a fourth. Soon, she had rows and rows of thin red lines, to each one about three inches long, running down her arm. When she came to her inner elbow, she stopped. Ronnie sat and pondered for a moment. Should she, having run out of space on her forearm, make more cuts on the contiguous best area... her left ankle? Debating mentally, Ronnie finally decided against it. After youve cut an area, you cant cut there again for at least a week maculation the scabs heal. She needed to save her ankle in case she wanted to cut again in the next few days. The cutting done, Ronnie grabbed the box of Kleenex next to her bed. She press the tissues against the flow of blood coming from her arm. After several minutes, the bleeding stopped. Ronnie wrapped paper towels around her affected limb so she wouldnt get blood on her shirt and secured the towels with Scotch tape.