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Wendy
Copyright, Wendy
Warning: The Following Story May Cause To 'Trigger' The Reader To Cut. Please Be Safe.
I slowly placed the razorblade to wrist, and began to cut. I didn't think about if it would hurt, or how much I would bleed. or even how many people would notice and care. the cut didn't look any different than a cat scratch, or a paper cut. I was cutting because i didn't have any way to deal with all the pain and suffering that i had benn going through. that and i didn't feel as if i was alive. so being able to cut myself and see the blood and feel the sharp quick moments of pain i knew that i was alive and this whole sharde was not just a dream.soon i was addicted to cutting. i was getting treatment for it, but no one except for a few friends and my sister knew that i was still cutting. school is almost out and i have made at least a total of 230 cutts on my body from a razorblade. i was up to cutting seven or eight times a day because my mom was drinking so much. most of my upper left arm is full of scars. and after school is out i plan to have myself hospitalized because i cannot stop my cutting. wish me luck, i know i'm going to need it...