I make my way home with a paper bag of food from mama ginger. The food should last me the week if I'm lucky.

I put the food into the refrigerator and notice something shiny out of the corner of my eye. I pick it up and see my old friend... razor.

I don't even think twice before I place the cold sharpened end into my skin and drag it vertically down to my wrist. Pain sears through my body but I feel alive, like i actually could maybe survive this.

I watch the blood drip down my fingers and into the sink, I didn't go too deep this time so I can actually work. The deep red shines against the silver metal of the razor and the sink.

I get to the point where I feel like I need to either do it again or clean up, and I pick the latter as I usually do. A bandage roll covers my arm and I pull a hoodie on to hide the slowly red turning cotton.

I grab my sketchbook and my matchbox and hurry to the fire pit to grow the fire before it becomes pitch black outside.

"There we go!" I smile as the wood starts burning again quickly.

I start my ritual of slowly tearing pictures out and tossing them into the ever growing fire. My body falling into a state of flow, completely blocking out the outside world.

I am snapped out of that trance when I feel a pair of eyes burning into my back. Not in a creepy way exactly but more of a curious way. I turn around and am met with a pair of unique eyes.