User blog comment:EstupidCow/User RP Games The Warming Games/@comment-8169590-20140114231646/@comment-5760279-20140114233419

Summer backs up against the walls of the slum, the heater inviting her in. She let's out a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut before she picks up the sword, already stained with blood, and holds it against her shoulder, slowly and painfully cutting against it, before hearing Toast's muffled shouts. "What if I deserved the abuse.." Summer whispers to herself. "What if I was better off not in this dumb arena at all.." she ponders, releasing the sword from the slit she was about to make, and setting it back on the ground. She still didn't step foot towards the door. No, she couldn't even move, it was like she was stuck in place. And within that moment, she picked it up and swung it at the door, causing it to stick right there. She buried her face in the palm of her cupped hands before beginning to sob loudly, taking a knife and starting to slice the side of her neck again, her second attempt.