The Story Of A Cutter

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You both enter the house separately. Neither one asking any questions. You decide to go to your room. Just then your mom stops you. "I want your razors. All of them. I can't let this go on. It's not right. We need to talk sometime. I just want to know why." You explode. " WHY?!? YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? MOM, I'M DEPRESSED! I HATE EVERY INCH OF MYSELF!" With that, she goes up to you. Wrapping her arms around you. Without the energy to fight anymore, you hug her back even tighter. Together, you go to your room. You hand her all the razors. The both of you end up sitting on your bed. You spill everything about school today and every other day that's made life a living hell. You stare at each other. No one speaking. Then, your mom says very clearly, "I love you." She hasn't said that since your dad passed. In that moment you both collapse to tears. Before you get a chance to say it back, all the exhaustion catches up, and you both fall asleep. Bliss at last.