Red Opium.

I went to sleep last night wanting to cut really, really bad, so bad I dreamed about it. Long story short, this girl and I were, ah, "getting friendly," and she whipped out this hauge, sharp, murderous thing, and cut me on my arm. She giggled as the blood raced down, and I smiled because it felt so good to finally cut. She cut me a few more times, then handed me the thing. I wasn't used to it's extreme sharpness, and quickly severed my main blood vein. Deep, dark arterial blood poured out in torrents from the huge mark. It made me want to vomit from the sight of it. I hosed it down, exposing the flesh underneath, and tried really hard to make the bleeding stop with a towel.

I laid down and knew I was dying. Then I woke up.