Oh no

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This is the 17 time. The 17th time i've been cutting i don't even know what to do anymore with my life. Everything is so complicated and it will always be complicated...or?

'Sierra..Sierra..i miss you. It's Daddy..remember?'

''AGHH''. I woke up sweaty as hell. ''Ugh, it's just a nightmare''. I turned my body around to sit on the side of the bed i cupped my face in my hands and rubbed my face a few times before getting up slowly. I glanced over at the clock and it was three in the morning i groaned as i laid back on my bed. I started thinking what was my dream really about until i realized.

NO WAY!

Today was the day my dad died. I sat up forcefully as i fell of the bed ''Dammit'' i muttered under my breath. I went up but as soon i was near the bed i broke down. I started crying and thought about everything that my dad told me. (flashback) ''Sierra, you will always be my little princess'' ''Sierra, come here don't cry..do you want to talk about it? ''No daddy'' ''It's ok if you don't want to talk about it'' (end of flashback). I stood up trying to balance my feet as out of my room down the stairs and to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom as i locked the door. I pulled out a red box (secret box) where i had thousands of razors, knifes and pencil sharpeners. I pulled out the sharpest razor that i had as i started cutting. It really did hurt but i had no choice i had to do it. I cut because i feel like i make my dad proud and that's what i want to do.

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