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She took the blade to her wrist as she cried and pulled it across her skin, adding another line. That's number, what? 4, 5 this week? It was becoming harder and harder to stop. The blood came out and she cried harder.
'Shut up. You'll wake your family.' She told herself. She cried, if possible, even harder.
'One more time.' She brought the pencil-sharpener blade back to where she started and made the cut deeper. She winced. She stood up from the bed to put the blade away. As she walked to her underwear drawer she felt dizzy and light-headed. She open the drawer and pulled out the red socks with the frilly edges. She undid the bundle, stuck the blade in one of the socks, and then rewrapped the pair together. She used the red ones so that no one could see the stains.
'That's it. No more. You're stronger than this.'
That was the last bad night.
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Broken || a. i.
Fanfictionbroken; {broh-kuhn} adj. 1. reduced to fragments; fragmented. 2. ruptured; torn; fractured