Scars {Completed}

Chapter Six

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Quick Reminder!

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This chapter can and may be graphic, so if you are sqeamish, please, just skip this chapter>.<

It also may be triggering to self harmers...

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I fall to the floor, tears making their way down my face.

Slowly, I stumble to my feet, and walk towards my backpack.

Grabbing my diary, I open to the back of the book.

My diary was a little different than others, it had a pocket in the back, you know, to keep pictures and notes.

I had a doodle of my body with scars, a picture of me and a few friends making goofy faces, and a gum wrapper.

The wrapper was folded neatly, and it held a blade from a sharpener.

Don't. You're at someone's house. He'll find out.

Que my annoying conscience.

But, I guess you deserve it. I mean Nataly did call you annoying.

I roll up my sleeve, and move my bracelets out of the way.

Go for it you friendless loser.

Without a second thought to it, I contact metal to skin, and slowly drag the blade horizontally, adding another cut to my over flowing collection.

Slowly, crimson colored liquid flows down my wrist.

You deserve one more, for being annoying.

Obeying the voice, I add another, and without knowing, soon my arm was filled with seven more.

You're such a failure.

With that, my knees give in, and I fall to the floor, tears still racing their way down my face, and blood running down my arm.

Now that you've done the damage, clean up, idiot.

I try and calm down a bit, and go through my bag, looking for anything that could possibly stop the bleeding.

Not finding a plain cloth, I grab a white shirt I was planning on wearing tomorrow.

I wrap the top around my arm, placing a lot of pressure onto it.

I wince as the cloth stings my newly born cuts.

I unravel the cuts, to find that the bleeding had stopped.

As I shove the now red stained shirt into my bag, I hear a knock on my door.

I hastily pull my bracelets back into position, and roughly pull down my sleeve, keeping in a screech of pain.

"Ron and I are watching a movie and we were wondering if you wanted to join?" Mark asks, with slight nervousness in his voice.

I clean the tears off my face with my sleeve, and make my way over to the door, slightly opening it.

"I'd love to." I say, plastering a fake smile onto my face. "I'll just... use the bathroom."

He replies with a smile and nod, and makes his way out of the hallway.

I step out of my room and make my into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.