I peeled my sweaty clothes off. I was so stressed and hot.
I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. The icy water soothed my bruises and cuts.
I washed my hair and stood under the cold water for a few extra minutes.
As I stepped out of the shower, I looked into the mirror. I had slight bruising to my face and a softball-sized bruise on my stomach from where I was hit.
My blade was hidden under the mat in front of the shower. I slid it out from underneath and stared at it for a good 2 minutes.
I placed it into my hand and put it to my wrist. The cold metal glided along my already scarred skin. I felt no pain until after the blood started seeping through the cuts.
I ignored the major stinging and put the blade back under the shower mat.
Sliding on some skinny jeans and a tank top and plaid jacket, I grabbed my bag and silently stepped out of my room and out of the house to catch the bus.
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Mute
DiversosKristen (preferably Kris) is mute. She has said one word to anyone in 4 years. Ever since her mum died, her dad started drinking again and has become very abusive. She meets a friend in the starting school year. Will she talk again? What else could...
