Chapter 1/ A tear dripped down my face as the fresh cut I had just made dripped blood. My wrist was very sore an my legs were no better. I walked home that evening alone. I saw a boy across the street laugh at me and I ran on home. "Hi sweetie." My mom said. "I made some lemonade. It's on the counter." I nodded with no expression and picked the glass up. I drained the glass, waved to my mom and went to bed. My names Jen and I'm 16. My dad is dead and my mom is dating. I'm depressed and I cut alot. I'm thinking of killing myself, but my mom watches me like a hawk. She knows I cut but she doesn't make me stop. I don't know why but sometimes I wish she would yell at me. I cut again with a razor and watched the blood drip in the sink. I went to bed and cried in my pillow. Who knew that soon, my life was about to change.
