I'm happy for you.

What the fuck?! I hope she gives you crabs or some shit.

All she wants to do right now is crawl into a dark corner and be left alone. She blinks back the tears that are threatening to flow and shoots him a smile. She feels the familiar dull ache in her chest as he walks her home.

The minute she's in the house she let's out a loud scream, before heading upstairs to the bathroom. By the time she's done her whole arm is marred with horrid wounds, wounds she knows will never heal completely. She sighes as the warm, thick liquid oozes out and so does her pain. Momentarily she's set free..