Chapter 14 Blades

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Faith P. O. V

     A week has passed. I have found myself waking up every morning before anybody else. I go to different stores and buy one or two blades and hide them in my room. I have so many now that I am hiding them all over the house. I hid them in couch cushions, all the bathrooms, under the refrigerator, and under the microwave. I even got some in my bag for when we go somewhere. I got them everywhere. I don't cut everyday. My left arm is doing fine. They are not deep cuts. My right upper arm may have some deep cuts, but not that deep. It looks like scratches. And nobody knows. Just the was I like it.

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