VentI looked at the blade of the knife in my hand. It had a serrated edge and was exceptionally sharp at the tip. Almost perfect for the job. I remembered all that was said to me, all that was done to me, and placed the knife on my arm pressing down. first slowly then quicker I slid the blade back and forth across my arm. The edge of the blade began to turn red with my blood as it leaked out slowly. As I removed the knife, blood oozed out of the fresh cut on my arm staining the skin. I slowly moved my fingers around the wound examining it. Another addition to the countless amount of scars on my arm.