The Story Of A Cutter

Relapse

After the day ends you head home. Your mom is doing laundry and you see this as your chance. You walk upstairs and go into your room. With the lights off, you grab the razor and the rag. You cry as you break your promise to Michael. Being clean for a month and throwing it all away was devastating. Something just broke today. You look down at your wrists. The cuts are puffed up and blood is everywhere. You wipe your arm to see the damage clearer. You ball your fist as a tear burns in the fresh cuts. Without thinking, you cut in the exact same spot as before. Only then do you realize that you hit a vein. Blood spews and you scream. Your mom runs into your room. The lock breaks under the pressure. She then sees what you have done. Immediately, she begins to cry. Tears stream down her face as she ushers you to the car. You hold the soaking rag with pressure to the vein. Your mom refuses to talk to you. You feel horrible doing this to her. Guilt is heavily setting in.