Just wrote this, posted it on fiction press....wanted to put it on something more....private?

The blood flowed freely, and the young red head knew that these marks would be incredibly hard to cover by morning. She didn't care, though. All that mattered was the burning sensations the small pin was making and the smaller traces of blood she could barely see, willing her to go just a little deeper. She knew that this was wrong, that these scratches shouldn't make her feel better. They stung so bad, but made her whole world feel better. They opened her, like she used to be, open to the entire world. She didn't like to hide, to pretend to be what she wasn't, but that was what she had been doing for a little over a month, and she couldn't handle it any longer. The scratches somehow made her herself again, even if it only lasted for a few seconds while the needle gently slipped over her delicate skin, like a ballpoint pin on thin paper. Her thoughts wondered as she kept scraping mercilessly. "They all call me Ms. Perfect, Ms. Wonderful," she thought as she made an H in the midst of the white and red that she no longer saw as her skin, but as her canvas. With an A came the thought, "I'm always so sickeningly sweet and so fake." And a T brought, "But I can see through it all." Next, an E finally broke the skin as an "I hate him," came flooding out of her tears. But instead of another H to continue her masterpiece, she produced another M below the A. She could feel her emotions, flowing slowly out of these scrapes, like cold air out of a new air conditioner on the hottest day of the summer. It felt so good as she drew another E, and finally, the tears came to an anticlimactic close. She felt, if only for a few seconds, she felt it all end, and it felt so good. Yea, she knew that these marks would be hard to cover the next day. She had never done anything like that, and how could anyone hide the words "HATE ME" tattooed over their perfectly freckled, small, and pale arm? Long sleeves it was, it was winter. And nobody cared anyway.