The next morning, I got up and saw the blood from my cutts soked in my sheets. My cuts where so deep that the blood didn't stop. I ran to the bathroom and open the t-shirt that was covering the cuts. It was still not looking good and it was burning even worse then yesturday. I got an other old t-shirt and wraped it again. I saw the shaver again. I wanted to cut again but before I could touch it, mom was calling me. I went to the kitchen and grabed my lunch and then saw mom standing ahht the counter with a knife cutting something for braekfast. She looked up to me and said, "I'm really hurt right now..." Before she could finish I cut her off. "OMG not this again... If you don't want to be hurt we can move back to out home town." I was pissed at her and when she started again I grabed my bag and walked out the door wiel slaming it behind me. I was standing on the porch for a wiel thinking of what happend yesturday... All the thinks where going all in curcles in my head like a tornato. After 10 minutes of thinking my phone rang it was Holly. I was shocked and not in the mood to talk to her but I answerd. "Hello" I said in sadness and in pain. "Heey, you ok?" asked Holly in worry. "I'm fine." trying to shake it off but it didn't really work. Holly knew there was a problem. But she didn't want to talk to me about that anymore. After she was asking me how everything was at school and if I made any friends. I just said yes, and told her I had to go. I didn't want to talk to her at this time, cuz I was hurting deeply and I didn't want to sound like it on the phone with her. After I hanged up I put my phone back in my braw and started walking up the street.
When I got to school everyone was just staring at me. I walked to my locker like just monding my bisness. Then a guy from the football team pushed me in my locker and walked away. I hated him, I just wanted to punch his face and tell him to fucken stop this shit. Atfer he rounded the corner I went to the bathroom. When I opened the door there was a hole gang of girls talking about what happened to Bella and I on my porch the other day. I just walked by and went in the stoll. I closed the stole and sat on the toilet. I was sitting there crying and thinking about that day, when Bella died on my porch. I really didn't like being the middle of attention. And having everyone talk behind my back. I looked in my bag and found a knife. I took it out and was thinking of cutting again. I put the knife on my skin and slide down deeply. I saw blood dripping in the stole floor and was panicing. I grabed my bag and found tryed to find a piece of clothing. I grabed it out of my bag and cleaned the floor. I slowly ripped a long piece off, and rapped it over the cut. It was painful but I had to hide it. I slowly came out of the stoll and walked towords the sinks. They're was no one there. I was stairing at myself at the mirror. I had huge bags under my eyes from lack of sleep, and cuts all over my body...
