Sorry

It's amazing how an ordinary object can be used as a tool of destruction. She entered the room with a cold sense of purpose. She reached for the sharp spike that she used for clay carvings. Her shirt fell to the floor and angry tears began to cover her cheeks. She carefully placed the tip of the spike on her stomach and began to scratch. The tears fell fast and the scratching continued until the mark was red, raw, and clear as day. Sorry.