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now emilee, on the other hand, didn't complain one bit to her unfair teacher. because, well, she didn't talk. she did, however, run home crying and frantically scribble out her frustrations into her journal. she cried, and cried, and cried, because that's what emilee did.

once her crying was over, she put her journal back into her black bookshelf and walked to her bathroom, locking the door behind her.

this was a daily affair, and emilee had grown numb to the pain that it caused. she had no more outlets for releasing her emotions. all she could do now was cry, write, and cut.

so that's precisely what she did. emilee stripped off all her clothes except her underwear and bra, and grabbed the pink razor off of the counter. there were several positions that emilee had tried sitting in to produce the best results, and she typically changed her method of attack on a weekly basis.

she sat herself down in the bathtub and straightened her legs out in front of her, so that she was filling the entire tub with her pale legs.

with a deep breath, emilee went to work. she moved her hands quickly across her flesh, so the blood wouldn't come pouring out. emilee had made that mistake once, and it had caused her to pass out. luckily, it was only for a few seconds.

she went from her left leg to her right, to her stomach and her upper arms. finally she got to her wrists and she stopped. emilee couldn't proceed, because she knew that she would have to work with luke, and she did not want to risk him seeing the scars.

emilee set the razor aside and turned on the shower, so she could wash the blood off of her body. the water didn't sting when it hit the open severs, because emilee had done this nearly every day for the last year.

once she had washed herself off, emilee dried herself with a red towel- so the blood stains wouldnt show- and pulled her green oversized sweater and black jeans out of the closet.

she sighed and looked in the mirror at her slashed body.

"i hate myself" she whispered softly to herself, so that nobody would hear.

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