The story of my life

The cutting (rachael)

We were in the waiting room and I couldn't stop biting my nails. That's what I did when I was nervous. After 1 hour, the doctor came out of the surgery room. He walked up to us and told us," I'm very sorry, but we lost your mother. We tried the best we could to revive her but her heart failed." I cried into my dads arm. I knew that it was my fault! I was too lazy to walk to the grocery store. I had killed my mother. She said she would check my homework when she got home. I got into the car and we drove home, and I went straight into my room. I cried into my pink pillow for 30 minutes until my dad came in. He comforted me and told me that it wasn't my fault that she died. I knew it was but I acted like it wasn't me. He left my room and I heard him slam his bedroom door. I walked into the kitchen, I could hear the sobs coming from the other side of the door. I knew he wasn't going to come out,so I went to the drawer. I slowly took out the scissors. All I said in my head was it's my fault, it's my fault I slowly cut a streak across my wrist. I washed the scissors off, put them back, and ran to my room. I looked at the cut I had made and smeared the blood on my wrist. It hurt so much but it felt so good. Then my door opened and my dad walked in. He saw me looking at my wrists and he saw the blood. He ran away and came back with a band-aid, towel, and some peroxide. He looked at me while he was fixing my wound and all he said was, Rachael Anne Green what did you do to yourself, while I sat there with tears running down my face.