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.::TRIGGER WARNING:SELF HARM::.
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(The previous night)
I waited for a good hour or so until I figured Josh was asleep. I slowly got up, being careful not to wake Josh.
Get them. Get them now.
But what if Josh sees. I can't do it here.
Pssshh. Josh is sleeping heavier than a newborn baby. Do it.
Okay, but if he sees, it's your fault
I carefully unzipped my backpack and pulled out my plastic bag of razor blades. I pulled one out and pressed it to my wrist. Slowly and carefully, I dragged it across my skin. Blood began to drip down my arm. I repositioned the blade and repeated. And again. And again.
Okay, that's enough.
Good, I was starting to get light headed.
I pulled my sleeve over the fresh wounds and stood up. The razor slipped out of my hands and I fell to the ground, frantically searching for it. But it was pointless, the razor was so small, and the light was so dim. I looked to Josh and crawled over to him. I planted a small, friendly kiss on his forehead. "Thanks for caring," I whispered.
I stood, grabbed my backpack, and began walking. I'm sure going to miss him.
