"Use this rubber band. It will help you not cut."
Okay
"Has there been anything you want to talk about since Monday?"
No
"Are you sure?"
Yes
"Your parents can make your next appointment, if you want my help."
Okay, whatever
I leave her office and walk home
The walk helps me think
Is this really helping?
I don't think so
They ask how it went
I lie and say it went good
I don't mention them making an appointment
What's the point?
It isn't helping
I climb the stairs to my room
I feel like cutting myself
But I follow the doctor's advice
I snap the rubber band
It helps a little
For the first time, I give up the feeling of cutting
I crawl into my bed
I prepare for the weekend to come
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Hoping For Relief (Book 1 of the Dawn Chronicles) ➽ COMPLETE
PoetrySynopsis by @NeverTrustAnAuthor ____________ You'll see the scars across her arms and you'll grimace. You'll think of the blood she must have spilled and your stomach will turn over with nausea. But what you won't notice, what no one ever no...
