She sits in a room only lit by candles
She listens to organ music as she sit in front of a mirror
She knows she is utterly alone
She picks up the blade and drags it against her chest
She is comforted by the warm red liquid
This makes her feel human
She continues on
She doesn't cry because she feels no pain, but relief
She yells I'm human so treat me like one when she is done
She then continues on with her day as if nothing had happened
