I see blood run down my arm and drip on the floor, I drag it across again and again until my arm has all most been covered...
I see blood so much blood it's so claiming to see it run out from my arm, I wipe the blood away the cuts some are deep some not. I stand I go to the sink and wash my arm it stings a little but I'm used to it, I bandaged the cuts. I hide my blue box away and go to sleep.
I have trouble falling asleep but I do. In the morning I wake up to my alarm like always, I check my cuts I wrap them back up and I head down stairs quietly just incase mom is still asleep. I don't see mom I guess she isn't up yet, I'll have Cheerios, I eat and I text Sammy asking "you ok I called you last night" no response yet.
I finish my Cheerios and head up stairs. I change into black jeans, Panic! At the disco t-shirt and a grey zip up sweater. I head to my bathroom and brush my teeth and brush my short black hair.
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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...
