I'm still young. I started cutting in 7th grade. I started because everything fell on me. Grades and family issues mostly. No one actually realized I cut until one day at PE. It was my close friend. He saw me wince in pain when I moved my wrist, he knew I had family issues so he pulled up my sleeve and stared at my wrists blankly. He then took me to an empty bathroom, locked it and let me talk to him about everything. I told him how my dad hits my mom and everything else on my mind. We missed 2 periods. That was 2 springs ago. It's summer now and I'm going to start high school. I haven't cut myself since the talk I had with Gabe. This summer Gabe and I are going to do everything we've ever wanted to. We said we wanted to go to Disneyland and we have everything booked. I'm so glad I have someone to care about me as much as he does.
