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Lucy's Pov

It doesn't make sense, I mentally cry. Why would he ever want to hurt me in this way? "And don't even think about blabbing to anyone!" He threatens menacingly, I fear him. I've never thought it'd be possible for me to have so much fear for one person.

I quickly shook my head. I'd be a fool signing her death certificate of I ever dared to say a word. I wanted to tell my mother, talk to her about it. I know she'd be able to help me. But I'm to afraid to do anything against him.

Seconds after he walked out of the room, I locked the door. I never lock my door; but I have to now. I still felt the pain stab me repeatedly. I sobbed some more.

I remembered the blade I had purchased off some girl who sold it to me in the school bathroom. I remember seeing her rush into a stall and hearing her whimper. When she came out of the stall a few minutes later, I saw her freshly made wound.

"Why did you just do that?" I panic, watching as she cleaned off the blood and hid it under her sweater. "I feel good doing it, it takes my mind off of the pain that's inflicted upon me." The girls eyes went wide afterward, probably wondering why she is telling a complete stranger her problem. "Please, please don't tell anyone."

Her eyes were pleading me to not say a word to anyone. I know it's wrong but I can't let her think I'm going to run off telling someone.

Then I remember that I have pain inflicted upon me. Why haven't I chosen to cut myself like the girl in front of me. My eyes travel to her now covered wrist, who says I can't? "I won't." I mumble, she smiles. "But if you.. can.. sell me one of those.. things you use to .. cut yourself." I cringe, was I about to buy something off a girl to hurt myself?

The girls eyebrows shot up, "Sure. I actually have a spare on me right now. You can have it, I won't charge you in exchange for your silence."

She quickly hands me the blade from her backpack. I take it carefully and nod, "You won't say a word and neither will you."

She beamed, "Deal."

That night, at home, was the first time I ever cut myself. When the girl had given me the blade, I hadn't dared to use it. But when he returned to give me pain, I used it for the first time.