A drop in the ocean

Misplaced trust and old friends

(Saturday, May 24, 2015)
Graduation.
We all threw our hats in the air, we were officially graduates. Class of 2015. Trey and I were happier than ever, we had so much love in our relationship. We were planning to go to Paris together in early July, just us, and I was so excited. Sadly, Trey was going to visit his mom up in Alaska tonight and I wouldn't get to see him for a whole 3 weeks. Which sucked.
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Trey and I had one last special night, if you know what I mean, before he had to go catch his flight. We hugged and kissed goodbye. This was going to be hard.
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I drove home and spent some time with my brother and mom. We played games and watched movies, just had a family night. It was great, I realized how much I missed family nights. Before I went to bed I checked my phone and had an email from an unknown user. It was my father. He had sent a huge paragraph explaining how sorry he was and that he's coming back to Georgia to "revive himself as a father" I immediately started to cry. My brother came in and told me he got the same email, we told our mother. Without Trey here, I don't know how i'll be able to handle this, I don't want to see my father, I don't want to see him ever.
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3 days later (Tuesday May 27, 2015)
And of course 3 days later my father showed up at the doorsteps. My mom tried to tell him to go away but he just came inside. I hid in my room and thought about calling the police, but my mom had told me not to. Without a thinking I grabbed a knife and slit my left wrist, deep. The blood started draining out of my arm and I dropped the knife and ran into my bathroom. I grabbed a towel and wrapped my wrist up. I didn't want to tell my mom because she would put me back on therapy or something worse. I put another towel in my mouth to stop me from screaming, this was the deepest I've ever cut. I know I needed stitches, but I couldn't tell my mom or go to the emergency room or they would put me in a crazy house. I had a crazy idea. "I want to be doctor, right?" I said out loud. "Okay" I grabbed my sewing machine and a needle and stuck it through my skin. I grubbed on to the towel in my mouth, screaming into it. I made the first thread, I stuck the needle back in. Tears running down my face I finished. I cut the thread and tied it off. It looked... decent. I cleaned up the mess and put a cut sock over my wrist. I took some pain killers and ended up falling asleep.