She held the glass almost gingerly, looking at it tenderly, almost longingly. Then she gave the fragile, intricately designed glass a manical squeeze. The shattering of the glass pieces resounded in the empty mansion. The girl giggled. She picked a piece of broken glass, then touched it to her skin. She drove the glass piece deep into her left arm, sighing as the red scarlet liquid oozed out. She smiled gently to herself, relishing in the pain as it brought her thoughts away from her present troubles.
*flashback*
"you're weak." the girl taunted, smiling in pleasure.
"no... i'm not..." she protested weakly.
"yes, anyone with feelings and phobia of pain is weak." the girl interjected, her lips twisting into an evil smirk.
*end of flashback*
She shook her head. That girl, she no longer was. A weakling, an imbecile. She resolved strongly to forget her tainted past... She drove the glass even harder into her arm. She sighed, then pulled it out. She watched in amusement as the cut was cloaked in a green aura. It sealed itself, making the before scene seem impossible. She chuckled, then flexed her arm as she felt the intoxicating thrill of power course through her veins.