After dinner I take a shower I change into my pyjama pants and into another big hoodie. I call Sammy no answer so I grab a book and get in bed.
After reading for while, Bud (my cat) comes and jumps up onto my lap and lays down. I pet him and continue to read Bud falls asleep and so do I. My mom comes in and turns off my lamp and she puts my book away. I feel her kiss my forehead....
"I love you Carly, goodnight" she whispers. I grab her hand tight, she jumps "thank you" I whisper, I let go of her hand and she leaves, I lay awake thinking. I go to my bath room, I grab my little blue box I sit on the floor I open it to see my blades, I sigh in relief that they aren't gone. I grab my sharpest one and I pull up my sleeve of my hoodie and I see all my other scars, big, small, faded, new. I bring the blade to my skin I push hard against my skin and drag I see blood lots it doesn't scare me it clams me...
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Carly's week..
Teen FictionTrigger warning this story may contain some topics that are hard to read and may or may not trigger you examples: self harm, depression, suicide. If you don't like those topic please don't read, but if you don't mind them I hope you enjoy my story...
