I started cutting again I couldn't help it people treated me like I was an alien and i couldnt handle it I had just finished cutting when he knocked on the door I was still bleed but I quickly hid the knife and slid my sleeve over it . "hey babe " he said tiredly and then plopped down on my bed I sat down next to him "babe I don't know what to do anymore " he saw the blood dripping down my arm and wripped the sleeve up he looked at me with disopotment "babe you can't keep doing that plzzz babe " . I knew he was right but what else could I do he graved me and then looked me straight in the eyes "every cut u make from here on i will make on my wrist " no how could he do this "babe stop" I said pleading "if you really care about me you will make sure I have will not have cuts on me which means you have to quit" that moment I knew I had to quit there was no way I was gonna let him kill himself never .
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Teens Are No Different
Non-FictionA young girl name lily is discovering her feelings for the first time she is deppresed and has really bad anxiety she turns to self harm to try to get her through it but her boyfriend is there by her side
