1st cut

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Y/n POV
I was talking with my friends until they start talking shit about me a tell me I'm worthless. I walk home alone, more like run. Trying to get away as soon as possible. As soon as I'm in my house, I grab a knife from the kitchen push the Serrated edge against my skin making small jagged cuts up and down my skin. Until I cut to far, blood spilling out my wounds. I scream in pain, covering it with a bandana. Covering it from the world I pull my sleeve down and open the door.... I see my one and truly friend, Jude. He brings me into a hug. Slightly moving the bandana I quickly move it back, he looks concerned. He quickly move the bandana and sleeve, reviling the cuts all down my arm. I cry into his shoulder as he whispers into my ear telling me to tell him everything. Once I've told him the whole story, in hiccups.

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Sorry it's short i hoped you like if so tell me in the comments peace

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