"You’re walking down the hall, and someone pushes you into the wall. Your first thought? ..Cut. You get home and your mom yells at you for not doing the dishes.
Another thought..Cut. After dinner what do you do? After dealing with your stressful family, or having a fight with a friend, or it was just…one of those day. You go to your room and you turn off your lights but you keep one light on so you can see what your doing. You get up to go to your dresser or wherever you keep it. You grab your box or bag and pull out the razors. Maybe you like to listen to music too. Maybe you have that special song. You hold the razor to your skin. You think about it for a few seconds..."Maybe I shouldn’t”. But then you realize that you know you need it. You slide the razor across your skin and watch as the blood slowly comes out. After a couple minutes of bleeding, you wipe the blood away and you put it back to your secret place, and get under the covers. You fall asleep, sometimes crying but your not sad or mad.
You really feel nothing but you fall asleep. The next day, you get up and take a shower.
The hot water against your fresh cuts kind of burn for a minute but then the pain goes away. You get out and dry off. But now its time to get dressed. You think about putting on a short sleeve shirt and maybe some shorts, but decide not to. You put on your long sleeve shirt, and jeans. You grab your stuff and leave