Love Knows No Boundaries

Ciera gripped the blade tightly in her small hands. She knew she should stop, that one day she'd cut too deep, and she could bleed to death.
I don't care, Ciera thought.
After she stood there for a minute, she dragged the blade across her wrist.
Red immediately showed up. The blood just came to the surface, and eventually it scabbed.
"I must be a pro. Never cut too deep," Ciera said.
She laid down and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"A pro at mutilating myself," she muttered.

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She woke up around 3 A.M.
"God, do i need a cigarette," Ciera said, climbing out of bed.
She walked out of her house and sat down on her porch steps.
She looked around, then lit a cigarette.
"Should quit, ya know," Mike said, walking towards her.
"What are you doing here?" Ciera asked.
"C, you always smoke around 3," Mike said, laughing.
"Nasty habit," Ciera said.
"So is cutting yourself," Mike said.
"Shut up. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with some whore?" Ciera snapped.
"Not tonight. Let me see your wrists," Mike said, laughing.
"Fine, you man whore," Ciera said, showing him her wrists.
"C, again? You're going to cut..." Mike said.
"Cut too deep. I know," Ciera said, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Can I use your lighter to light my cigarette real quick?" Mike asked, pulling out a cigarette.
"Here," Ciera said, tossing it to him.