I run my arm under cold water, I bite my lip as the pain rises, it soon starts to fade, I wipe my eyes and place multiple amounts of gauze pads and tightly wrap a bandage to compress the bleeding I roll down my sleeves and collect my razors and blades and place them in my secret box. I make my way towards my room with the box tucked under my arm covered by my wet towel. As I push my box underneath my bed I hear a knock at my door.....
"Kate what are you doing on the floor?"
"I'm looking for my boots" I lie, you see my mum doesn't have the slightest clue, why would she? I'm her happy little girl and it will be a lot easier if it stays that way.
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The Red Project
Teen FictionI still can't remember why I resorted to this, all I know is that for a few moments everything feels okay
