I walk through the hall back to class, and my mind can not stop racing. "Why are people so horrible" is what I kept saying to myself. I get back to class, and as soon as I open the door, Dan and I make eye contact. I sit down and he adverts his gaze back to the Mrs. Norris. I just open my notebook and scribble the first words that come to mind. I just put everything else out of my focus as my pen spills it's ink across the paper. Line after line, lyric after lyric, I just get more and more serious about this whole situation. I want Dan to know that what he did was wrong, I want him to pay for what he has done. The bell rings, finally, after what felt like forever. I rush out into the hall, I just needed to get out of that classroom. I put in my combination into my lock as fast as I can. I mess up and just push my lock into my locker as hard as I can. I go slower this time, and it opens. I open my locker and grab my backpack and throw all of my books in it, only taking my lyric book. I'm leaving, I don't even care if it's against school rules, I just can't be here right now. I walk home. It was a pretty quick walk considering with the combination of anger and music, I kind of ran. I get home, and the door is locked. I look under the 'welcome' mat for our spare key. I grab it and unlock my door and put it back exactly the way it was so no one knows that it was moved. I run upstairs and get into my room and I slam the door.
I stumble on to the floor, I reach under my bed and grab the box that I keep under there. I open to see my journal and and my 3 razors, all covered in blood. I reach in and grab the first one my fingers find and pull it out, I roll up sleeve and I cut. At first, I do it light enough to just get a bit of blood, but as I begin to think more and more about what happened, I cut deeper and deeper. After my 4th cut I begin to question whether or not I might die, and if I really want to. I feel dizzy and lightheaded from the amount of blood I lost. In my weakened stage, I was able to pick up my phone and call Melissa, after the 3rd ring she picks up, 'where are you?! why aren't you in manth?!' and all that I can say is "help" before all I can see is black and I fall deeper and deeper into this weakness.
