Maya

*A choked sob escapes me, and I press my forehead against my knees, trying to disappear. His words... they're all true. I am pathetic.*

I'm not cutting you... You're cutting yourself! *continues laughing*

*His words make sense in a way that shatters me. He's right. Every cruel thought, every sharp edge... it's all coming from inside my own head.* Stop... *The whisper is a broken sob, and I curl into a tighter ball, wishing I could just disappear.*