She stared her left arm. It had four long cuts and one deep bleeding slash. The sight of dripping blood gave her a queer sensation. Her arm was hurting. The feeling of new tingling pain was overwhelming. For a while, she forgot what was tormenting her. The sour memories and harsh realities ….. such thoughts were so painful that they had cut her to the soul.

She held her arm and closed her eyes. The pain of this bleeding arm is better than the pain of my bleeding soul. She said to herself.