One day i was threw it all. i found a eye brow razor and broke it open. as i was sitting on the floor bawling my eyes out i did it. I was terrified and i didn't know what to do. i thought to myself "Did i just do this?" "why?" "will it stop?". i made my way back to my room and stared doing more on my left arm. very light and little but terrified of what i have done.
After that day i did more and more. I hid it with hoodies so the tight long sleeve shirts wouldn't rub against it. Praying my family wouldn't find out. one night i decided to cut everywhere i cut, my left, and right arm, both thighs, both ankles, stomach, knuckles, back of my hand and my chest. I was praying i wouldn't regret it. it was a very hard day the next day, people noticed my hands as they were red and infected. A lot of people pointed it out and i just pretended i couldn't hear..
Later on i get called to the office to talk to someone, they said "a lot of people have been pointing out marks on your arms and hands. may i see?" me scared to say no i did, she called my mom and my mom texted me "i'm making a doctors appointment right now" she was upset and distressed.
I was so sad and worried she would be mad or tell my father. My friends were worried as well and i didn't know what to say to them or do i just acted like i was fine. later on i ended up crying in the bathroom because i was so paranoid to go home to my family.
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Self Harm :/
Non-FictionThis story is about my struggle with self harm and how i got addicted. This story is graphic, if you don't like that type of stuff i suggest you move on