*chapter seven*

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I was still pissed at Jake.
I wasn't sure why but there was a burning hate for that boy. when I got home I ran upstairs to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. There was a small razor. I held it above my wrist and pressed down. Small beads of blood poured out. At least I had found a way to feel pain again. I repeated this step four more times before placing the razor back in the cabinet.
I wrapped a bandage around my arm and went into my bedroom. I lay down at the bed staring at the ceiling.
*Hello kye, I saw your little trick just then, what are you going to say when someone sees your scars, they'll put you in an asylum for the mentally unstable* leave me alone. I don't want to deal with this right now. I lay silently for a couple minutes. She was gone .

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