Run away… you’re worthless… go now, none of them ever want to see you agin… they all hate you…
I felt the warm blood run down my arm and pool on the floor. I didn’t know if the voice in my head was my own or someone else’s… all I knew was that it was taking me over… all of me, everything I’d used to be… I was gone, unrecognizable… the black shirts I wore covered the numerous scars on my arms.
What would my friends say?
The voice in my head answered:
Nothing, Jake… they don’t care how many scars you have on your arm… cut it off for all they care, Jake… all they want to do is break you down, and keep secrets from you… They don’t love you…

I knew it wasn’t true, but for some reason I let it control me… the voice gripped my heart like a cold vice, and screaming pain was all I could feel… I feel releasing my own blood will help, but the voice just laughs and laughs…
No one loves you, Jake…