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*This story mentions mental illnesses and sensitive subjects such as suicide and self-harm. If these topics are too sensitive, please do not read!*
Life for Arielle Rodgers has never been fair since the accident...
*Warning: This chapter contains mentions of self harm a lot. If your really uncomfortable with the subject skip the beginning (: Thanks*
\\ Arielle \\
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I stared blankly at the text, shocked by the fact that he would ask me such a question. Suddenly, I burst out in laughter, my hands placed tightly on my covered stomach. Why the hell would he want to know such a thing? Most people would think it's too much information to know, or that's its disgustingly gross.
I didn't want to answer the question at the moment, so I placed my phone down beside me and laid down on my bed. I sighed, placing my head forcefully on the pillow, my eyes getting accustomed to the darkness in my room. I haven't been outside my house since a few days, but I mean its winter break; who wants to go out when it's freezing cold. Not me.
In fact I haven't gone out since t he day Zack and I had our little adventure. It was great..I think we're going to be close friends in the future, a-ha. I also haven't gone down stairs either..not today...especially not today.
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I sighed at his impatience, he'd be disappointed if he knew I had a fresh new bandage on my wrist, and a few on my thighs. But I had to be honest with him, he's the only person could be honest with..other than Rosy.
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I knew what he was going to ask next; the typical question that people would ask cutters. Why? Why would you do that? Why? Why? Why?
Most of the time I'm not really sure why. Sometimes there are specific reasons why I do the dirty deed, and other times I just do it because I need to. Because ..I have to.
