[Spirit]: 726.Memories

I can feel it creeping up.

Coming closer and closer, until it bursts and the memory floods my mind.

Tears well in my eyes.

Image after horrid image flashes before my eyes.

I watch in sick horror the thing I had done, and what had be done unto me.

I turn away trying to force the memory from my mind, but it sticks.

I pick up the razor and cut deep into the thin layer of skin, I feel the sweet release as the hot liquid flows from me.

I cut again and again until all I feel is the great numbness.

As the blood drips from my fingertips, my world begins to blur as I lose conciousness to, the sweet release.