I'm alone. 8 at night. And I have a craving to cut. I don't want to but my mind is craving it. I keep seeing pictures of a blade sliding across the skin of my arm or hip or stomach. With small beads of scarlet appearing. I'm scared to tell someone because they could just me. I'm purely scared all the time since I moved. I feel like I can't breathe and it just gets harder and harder everyday. I don't know who j can tell. Maybe him but I'm not sure...
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A World Beyond
Short StoryThe imagination has its own world. This is a collection of short stories I've written based on a picture or topic. These may be really short or long I just write when I want. I can't put more then two stories in a chapter cuz you can only put one p...
