"One cut, two cuts, three cuts..." I said in tears with the blade to my wrist. Blood poured out of my arm into the sink. "I'm so tired of my mom blaming everything on me," I said quietly to myself as I made another cut. "My bastard father is never around," I made a few more cuts. "my best friend just left me," I started to cry as I made more cuts, that one hurt the most. "everyone's talking shit about me at school, goodbye everyone." I said as I made my last cut and it hit a vein. Blood was squirting out everywhere. I couldn't see, everything started to get blurry. I heard a thump as I hit the ground. This was really it. My grandma opened the bathroom door. "Steph what was that.." She started in then looked down. Tears ran down her face as she called 911. "Yes? Hi my granddaughter just cut herself really bad and she's losing a lot of blood please help!" She cried on the phone. I don't remember much after that, everything went black.
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ספרות נוערStephanie is having a hard time, battling with depression and cutting. Sometimes she thinks she's ready to end it all, but one boy changes all of that. He helps her through her darkest times. In the past, he had the same problems and all he cares ab...
