Maigo
My name is to remain anonymous, but you can refer to me as Maigo, the Lost Child. I’m thirteen, a female, and started cutting specifically when I was around ten or eleven, but gouged myself with fingernails and wouldn’t let wounds heal before that, around when I was seven or so. I guess I started cutting and continue for many different reasons. I did the gouging when I wanted the beating to hurt less, and I started cutting the second or third time I was put into DSS custody just to be put back in my original home. I started out cutting with a dull peice of metal, and since I’ve never been able to get my hands on a real blade, I use a dullish steak knife. It takes about 70–90 repetitive scratchings with this knife to get down to the fat on my wrist. I cut my thigh more often because it’s easier to hide. Only recently have I started writing words. I feel they can tell more than slices alone. I don’t think of myself as strong, or stubborn, or ‘hardcore’. No one really knows because one really looks.
