Originally Posted by
Narwhal
I'm soory if this is a little gruesome or triggering. For me since I was little I liked how it felt when my cats scratched me up, sometimes I would play with them just so they would. Then into teen years I scratched myself up with needles. Then about 2 or 3 years ago It was a bad time in my life, and I got possessed by demons, (I know it sounds silly). So when they tried to over power my mind like they did my eyes I would grab a razor and slice my shin and calves from the ankle to the knee all the way around because my pants hide it and I thought that the air hitting my insides sucked the demons out of me like a vacuum, that's just what I thought. Then I would paint pictures with my blood because I didn't want the blood to go to waste. What put an end to it was the night this man came to my house and he brought with him a very strong demon and it went after me and It tried to get me to sell my soul, I curled up on my bed and did my chants but my bed started shaking so I went and sat on the floor but then the whole house started swaying back and forth so then I swayed so I could pretend it was just me that was moving and I did the razor to my legs thing but It didn't work because it was a big demon, I ran out the room for no reason then became furious for no reason then ran back into my room blacked out because I don't remember doing it but I guess I grabbed the razor then took it to my left arm and sliced it open like butterflied shrimp, it was cut wayyy too deep which brought me back from the shock and the demon got sucked out, but i could see my arm fat in the wound what creeps me out is it never bled as if the demon burnt my blood vessels and veins on the way out. I ran and jammed neosporiitn in it then a big bandaid, it was so stupid though because now I have this massive scar i have to hide. My grandma and uncle about it, but I have nothing to say. It's embarrassing. now i just stick to peircings, my artwork and short stories from that time scares me so i threw most of it away