A nurse calmly walked in, staring at the ground. Once she looked up at me she winced, directing her attention back at the ground muttering, " Not again". She once again glanced at me, saying " Come with me, Christin." After seeing me I was surprised at how calm she was.
"Lets see how bad it is girly" She frowned as she rolled up my sleeve. I looked away,ashamed, but I could tell by the look on her face that this was worse than I had ever done before.
She sat me down on the hospital bed. " Who brought you." she asked politely. "Taylor drove me." she smiled. " I like that boy." Her voice was so gentle and calm. The way she talked was like I was four years old. I barely said anything while I was there.
Nurse Morrison bandaged me up and lead me out back out to Taylor, who ran up and hugged me, careful not to be hard on the cuts. He drove me back to his apartment, because my parents were probably having a drunk fight, throwing whiskey bottles at eachother.
That wasn't the reason that I did this though. I guess you can say that I have some problems. "Chris, why? Why do you keep doing this? Do you even realizes how stupid this is? How much this doesn't help? Do--" He was asking questions that I didn't think I could answer, but I cut him off, "It does help!"
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, he looked at me pitiful. "How, Chris? How does this possibly help you?" He asked me so calmly. I breathed in, and out."Every time I look down and see them, I feel releived." Taylor Looked down."okay"
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