One cut.
Two cuts.
Three cuts.
Four deep, neat cuts.
I stared at the blade before placing it under the sink, turning the water on and watching it turn pink.
My wrist went next and the blood washed away clean.
I sighed and put the blade back into the drawer.
I then slid on my bracelets numbly onto my wrist.
A/N HAGA HAGA HAGA DON'T KILL YOURSELF OR HURT YOURSELF IN ANYWAY OR ELSE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND TIE YOU UP AND TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU AND THROW YOUR BLADE AWAY AND POUR HYDROGEN PEROXIDE ON YOUR CUTS AND THEN PUT BAND-AIDS ON THEM. NOW PUT THAT BLADE DOWN AND WE SHALL GO GET STARBUCKS TOGETHER! But seriously, put that blade down right now.
HAVE A NICE DAY WUV YOU <3
-Pizza
If any readers cut, you should know that you're amazing and loved. Don't make wrong decisions that can change everything. Please please please don't cut, because it hurts and it's sad. WE LOVE YOU.
-Waffle
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Broken Love
Teen FictionTwo broken souls. They met at a frozen yogurt shop. And it started from there. WARNING: This story contains cutting and self-harming. Please read at your own risk. Thank you.
