About a year ago...I started feeling depressed I didn't know why or how but I was and it was very severe. I started rebelling and getting into more trouble at school and befriended the wrong people who influenced my mind even darker. One night in perticuar I had gotten suspended for fighting... I remember my dad was so angry...the look in his eyes..almost..hatred I hated that look. It wasn't the first time I received it either. I played it cool until he left into his room...I had herd about cutting a lot of people at school had been doing it for a long time and I had been considering it vaguely. I was in the bathroom now.doors closed. No one could hear or see. I was screaming in my head my thoughts were crazy phycodic. My eyes widened I remember crying and then all of a sudden my emotions shut off completely like a switch that you never want to touch.
Then the urg to cut became intense I opened the cabinet and took my dads razor and held the sharp side to my wrist. I paused but only for a second. Then I dug it into my skin. Once was enough apparently and blood gushed from the wound and I laughed then relished what I had done and dropped the blade no I hid it! And then I thought "SHIT WHAT IF MY DAD FINDS OUT!" Then I had an idea I would hit the door making a thump and say I screamed my wrist. I did just that my dad came rushing in and looked at the mark he knew what it was I could tell but he played along he tried to play shawmen and put pepper and all kinds of stuff on my wrist and wrapped it in a gauze. I promised myself I would never do it again. I broke it.
