bestfriend

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I walk to my bathroom to find my bestfriend razor sitting on my sink (she has her own bathroom) begging for more wounds on my arm
I give in
One cut


Two cuts


Three cuts

Four cuts


One more I think with tears streaming down my face



"Hazel"

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs to my room

"goodbye mom" I whisper

Five cuts

Six cuts

*door opens*

Seven cuts

Darkness

The last thing I hear is a scream and then nothing

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