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[html]  Nope, this is just fine :3 She's a little emo :X
They should match, she decided. Her wrists. She wasn't sure how to properly go about it, even...if it killed her she didn't really care. She didn't have much of a family left, now that her mother had her own pack, and now she didn't even have anywhere to go back to. Maybe if she cut herself the right way she'd fall asleep and never wake up. Ember had lost large amounts of blood in the past, and that had almost happened. At least, that's what Nani had said. That if she got too cut up she would fall asleep and never wake up.
She flipped the blade around, making a quick slash. Nearly painless. It only started to really burn when the blood came, deep red and thick, dripping down to join with the stuff from earlier. But at the same time, she felt certain that she had never felt so good in her entire life. She didn't want a whole lot of pain...just to drift off to sleep. She made a few more cuts, forming them into letters along her right arm. She was left handed, and that was the arm that was broken, so it was a little hard for her to hold it at the right angle...but she managed. There. The word "LOVE" was etched into her skin, blood oozing up from the somewhat shallower cuts.
For some reason, she'd thought that this place was secure...that no one would find her out here, much less someone she knew. But she'd thought wrong. Cercelee was the last wolf that she wanted to see. How could she explain something like this to her cousin, who had been fighting to live these last few weeks? "You shouldn't be here." She replied calmly back, turning the knife over in her hands with shaky fingers.
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