Yuri Cutting Herself Novels & Stories

He irritates me and disturbs my mental health I have already endured total suffering and emotional damage from him. Living with him will just be a roller coaster of physical and emotional abuse. I have less than 10 minutes remaining so I have to make do of the time here. I have never had the thought of cutting myself but it seems like this is the only way out and it is the best way out. I take the knife and slice through my wrist horizontally. It wasn't easy doing that. I could see blood starting to creep out of the surface where I cut but it wasn't deep enough.

The hand she had kept hidden slowly emerged from her sleeve. In her palm was something black. A gun. Her eyes were rimmed red, her smile bleak and broken. “I’m sorry. I lost control again…” She thought she owed Diego an apology. She turned to the first aid kit and flipped it open. There was a tiny surgical blade inside. She picked it up without hesitation and slashed her arm. No trace of fear. No pause. The cut was deliberate. And it wasn’t the first time she had hurt herself there. The faint scent of blood spread through the air.

In one of her meltdowns she got a hold of a pair of scissors and poorly chopped off her long locks right above her shoulders. I guess we all have a bit of suicidal tendencies in us, some stronger than others. Mindlessly, I rub my forearm, the raised scars are like little speed bumps in what’s supposed to be a smooth glide of my fingertips. Depending on who you asked each and every cut was deserved. Some were supposed to end my misery while others were nothing more than sacrificial. “Maybe because it wasn’t intentional.” I point to the jagged skin around the rope. “That’s a lot of work for someone to go through to chicken out on.” I glance at the ceiling. “How in the hell did she get up there

Natalia's eyes clouded over, and she was swept back to that day as if it were only yesterday. "She had this little bag that had antiseptic lotion and wipes, cotton wool, band aids, and a place to hold the razor. She was cutting her inner thigh, there were white lines along the skin from previous cuts. When she saw me she screamed at me to get out, and when I didn't leave she begged me not to tell anyone. She said she hurt inside and this was the only outlet for the pain. That if she couldn't do it then she would go insane. I didn't know what to do, but I finally agreed not to say anything if she would come and talk to me when she got the urge to cut."

But this time I want to see what is inside. Peeking inside it was dark, a small glimpse of light came from the open window cold air blows my face giving me chills my body trembled as I found her curling her bare self into the floors she was holding a shard and slicing the skin of her bare back and blood flows thoroughly with each laceration. I cover my mouth to stop myself from sobbing a strong smell of liquors irritates my nose she's been drinking I could tell She's about to cut her flesh once more and I couldn't stand just watching her hurting herself so I ran to her stopping her hands that are holding shard. “ENOUGH OF THIS!! What got into your head?! Hey, stop please, Katherine!" I said

It felt as if it was burning as the rain fell on the wound. The wound healed rapidly, leaving behind a scar. She slit it again "Remember Ethan, you asked me if I was happy. I said I was but you know what-- I lied" She slit her wrist again "I'm not happy. Because I lost. Where did I go wrong? I was so sure I could handle everything and here I am-- cutting myself!" She made another slit on her wrist and another and another and another.

I don't understand shit! After a while, Sofia went to her friend after excusing herself and David was calling his girlfriend. I was alone and I tensed up, feeling itchy... I can't stand it anymore, the crave is bigger than my well, I started trembling. I ran to the bathroom, closed the door and took a razor... Oh, yes I cut... Ohh such good therapy... I'm feeling better. I cut again and I sat on the toilet, looking at my bloody wrist. I smiled at the pain. After satisfying my crave, I walked back to the table

I turned around and left the room while the image of her bleeding was burned into my skull, tearing me apart from the inside I went back to my bed, not even bothering to remove my clothes as I started to register how the fire that woke me up was slowly dwindling and her emotions were becoming more calm and peaceful by the passing seconds. She finds comfort in cutting herself. I had my doubts about it the first time I noticed it, during the submission ritual when she cut her palm unnecessarily deeper than what was required, when I saw a slight look of relief on her face before she hid it from me. But now it was confirmed. This was not the first time she does that to herself, I could tell by t

She came up and put the scissors on his thigh. People who didn't know the situation would think that Yuri was going to do something rebellious to him. “……” "Crack! Crack!" Yuri cut a big hole in his left leg pants with 32 strikes, which just exposed the wound. The bandage was cut open, and the wound was bleeding. Yuri took out silver needles from the medical kit and gave him a few stitches. After stopping the blood, he cleaned the wound and bound it up again. Seeing her squatting between her legs and carefully treating the wound with her thick and slender eyelashes.

She stared blankly at the screen and murmured, "She deleted her number. She actually deactivated it…" The next second, she snapped her head toward Dad. "Was it you? Did you tell her to do all of this?"