I'm sitting on my bed. My right thumb is pressed into my left wrist, feeling my own pulse. It's an odd feeling.
Without thinking, I slowly press harder, until my nail has slipped itself into the skin of my arm. I continue to push until blood starts to seep out.
I drive my thumb further into my wrist, pulling at the veins inside. I go and wrap my wrist in bandages for a moment, just to keep the blood from getting everywhere.
I grab a knife from the kitchen and stumble back into my bedroom. I'm getting dizzier.
I rip the bandages off and shove the knife into the hole, cutting away at the flesh around it, making the wound larger. About 2 of my fingers now fit into the bloody hole, along with my thumb.
I drop the knife and start pulling at the veins even more, until one eventually snaps. Blood is gushing everywhere, and I'm at the brink of unconsciousness.
I rip the veins out, one by one, inspecting them and then simply tossing them on the floor. I pick the knife back up, and go back to cutting around the hole.
I reach the bone, where I simply slam my destroyed wrist against my table, hoping the bone would crack. I start jamming the knife inside, grinding the edge of the blade against the marrow.
The bone finally snaps as my hand goes limp. I start cutting away at the leftover flesh from the inside out, driving the knife through my wrist and cutting off my hand entirely.
The blood has entirely stopped flowing. All of it is either on the bed or on the floor. I drop the knife and sink to my knees. I've lost all feeling from my body.
I slowly attempt to stand up, only to collapse onto the ground, in a pool of my own blood.