These Wounds Won't Heal

Chapter 2: Hell hath no fury

I woke up the sound of someone screaming. My eyes widened when I saw my mom standing at the edge of my bed crying.
"Mom why are you crying?" I asked.
"Why would you do such a thing.. honey if your having problems tell us or someone please don't resort to this." she said in between sobs. At first I was confused about what she was talking about but than it hit me. My arms were covered with dried blood from last night's "therapy". "mom I'm fine don't worry."
"don't worry? how am I not supposed to worry when my baby is trying to kill him self."
"I didn't try to kill myself it just brings me comfort. The slight pain let's me know I'm still alive." "Chris if you have a problem come talk to me or your guidance counselor. I don't want you hurt. Now I want all of the blades you use and anything else that is sharp. I'm throwing them all away." She can't do that! First she makes me suffer because I have to go to a new school and now she takes away the only thing that brings me comfort?
"No. I promise I won't do it again." I lied.
"I don't care what you promise give me every single blade and sharp thing NOW!" ugh I got up and grabbed all the blades from my nightstand drawer. I was not that stupid to give her everything so I told her that was it. "okay there you have all my blades happy now?"
"yes and tomorrow I'm signing you up for a therapy session with your guidance counselor. Maybe she can get to the bottom of this." She left my room feeling satisfied that she took all my "weapons" but little did she know I had a ton more. I got dressed and put my eyeliner on which took like an hour to do. I fixed my hair and took one last look in the mirror. I don't care what they think I look good and that's all that matters.
*on the bus*
I found a seat all the way in the back by myself. Not two seconds that I sat down were people staring and questioning me.
"Haha you know it's a little to early for Halloween right?" this guy joked. I ignored him.
"hey fagget! go kill yourself." I clenched my wrist so tight I turned bright red.
"Looks like the little baby can't handle the pressure. Hmm I wonder..." he grabbed my wrist so tight I screamed in pain. He smirked and rolled up my sleeve revealing my forest scars.
"You looking for attention? Hey look everyone the little emo fag tried to kill himself but didn't succeed." everyone laughed but the bus driver who was yelling at him to leave me alone or get kicked off the bus. After squeezing my wrists even tighter he let me go, eyeing me the whole ride to school. I was in so much pain and I saw blood seeping through my shirt. Now I'm gonna be questioned again. I put my jacket on and headed towards the school. I have braved so many battles but I swear this one is gonna be the death of me.