Yuri Cutting Herself Novels & Stories

"I yell walking around tugging my hair. 'you are crazy. They are right about you,you just plain crazy'it says and I grabbed the vase on my night stand smashing it against the wall. "I am not crazy. I am not crazy"I begin to recite to myself while pacing back and forth, tugging my hair. I rushed to my purse and took out my pocket knife, I need to feel pain, I need a release. I have been cutting myself ever since I came back from my grandma's. It was my only source of relief from the pain.

I shrug it of before I think too much. I used soothing gel so that it didn't hurt her. This gel will help the cut to dry fast. Is this woman crazy?? Who does this to themself?? The cuts from the nails are so deep...... Does she do this to suppress her pain and anger?? Okay, Nicholas you did your work, Now get up and sleep..... The more you will think the more you will get attached to her..... I went to sleep... In the midnight or around 2,I guess.. I heard muffled sob...

I frowned, realizing what I had to do. Aw fuck. I gripped the small blade tightly in my hand as I held it over my arm. I had to cut so enough blood was spilled for me to need April, but not enough that my life was actually in danger. I frowned, as I stared at my lightly scarred arm.I had tried self harm a few times. It wasn't exactly an uncommon practice amongst omegas. It didn't really do anything for me though so I quickly stopped. Still, because so many around me did it, I had a decent idea of where to cut. Carefully, I dug the blade into my forearm, going horizontally as I made sure to nick my blood vessel.

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.

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 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?"