The Story Of A Cutter

The Next Day

It's Wednesday, your mom keeps you home because of the events of the previous day. When you awake, you mom knocks softly on your door. "Hey pumpkin. Wanna go get some breakfast?" You sit up and nod your head. "Yeah. Sounds great. Let me get dressed." You grab clothes and go to your room. When you return back down to your mom, she's holding your razors in a box. "First let's get rid of these." For the first time, you're ready to give them up. You both go out to the car and get in. She drives down to the beach that your day used to take you to. She hands you the box as you walk onto the pier. "You're call." She says. Without hesitation, you throw it far into the never ending waters of the ocean. You smile when you see your mom so happy. You hug and walk back to the car. She takes you to breakfast and cutting isn't brought up once. Instead it's replaced by stories of your dad and mom meeting, the things they did, people they knew. It was so wonderful to talk about this. You just sit and listen. When you leave the restaurant, you want to walk home. She leaves you to do so. You walk home and show up with a bouquet of tulips, her father's favorite. Your mom thanks you hug you tightly. The day ends on a good note at last.