She was alone (part one)

She was alone like the darkness of a solar eclipse. She felt nothing not the wind on her face or the cuts she now lived by they were what kept her here. They became the panic she could control she was a broken child the only pleasure she had was when she cut and the bleed almost endlessly. All the pain she felt simply disappeared and the razor blade would rip through the skin. She controlled the panic she controlled the pain. She was as if nothing could touch her. But the cuts became weaker. She now more then ever wanted to end her life. She was cold alone distant from everyone her family and friends new nothing of the secret life she lived. Instead they made her into what they saw was her...