~~CHRIS'S POV ~~
I held the sharp blade up to my wrist. My clean wrist. No cuts, no scars. My wrist was innocent.
I had managed to pry it out of a shower razor.
"Why don't you leave then!?" My parents were having another drunk fight. They normally start to throw things about now.
*Crash*
Beer bottle.I angrily slashed at my wrist. "Ahh!" Another crash, another cut. "God! ah!" The pain was just bearable.
A big crash and my dad yelling, "Oh my- Chris call the paramedics! Honey Im sorry! Please."
I called, but I knew that it was nothing that serious despite this happening before, several times.
I cut again, this time extremely deep. Letting out what looked like gallons of blood. As the paramedics arrived and carried me out along with my mom, whose wound on her head was worse hand I had thought of it to be. The blade still clutched in my hand dug deep into my palm as a tear slid down my cheek.
I will never forget that day. The first day I cut. I will never forget the reason I stopped either.
"Taylor!"
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