Pain- Maya Drabble

The blood slowly seeped out of her veins, relaxing her. The knife had hurt as it cut across her porcelain skin, but Maya wasn't new to pain, infact, she craved it, cherished it. Very few people understood the importance of pain, and she was one of them.

She rested her head on her pillow as the blood soaked the stark white sheets into copper red. That was what she was going to do, with everyone who had hurt her.

Maya was done recieving pain, now was the time to inflict it.