Self harm... the truth

The Next Day...

Alex's anxiety was through the roof. Her head was a mess and she really didn't want to move her dad came in and shouted because she wasn't up yet. It was only half eight in the morning on a Saturday. Her dad stormed off as she sat up.

"fuck" she whispered as her pants rubbed along her fresh cuts.

She went dizzy for a second before continuing to get ready while constantly thinking about her cuts

It felt good. It felt bad. She was officially BROKEN.

She went downstairs and tried her hardest to act normal. Her mum was taking grocery shopping today. Great.

She was at the store. And her mum asked for the list. What list? Fuck. She forgot to give me the list so now I'm going to get a bollocking she thought.

"sorry mum. I never got given it"

"you little liar why do you do this to me. You and your phone. You make me ill. Now I don't have the shopping list because you were too busy pissing around on your phone."

Later that day...

Her phone has been confiscated. Her dad also. Shouted at her about the list when she got home. It was so stale

She went and got her razor and cut again. It was the start of the never ending loop.