They found out today. They caught me clenching it... The knife that is. I was shaking, tears streaming down my face blinding me. I felt when they took the blade from me. My Mother took my arms crying, rolling up my sleeves, thats when she saw them. She traced her fingers over all of the scars. The thin ones, the old ones, the new ones. She cried as if someone had died. But maybe someone did. A little part of me. As soon as I started this it died. The happy part. The part where I had friends. That's something I miss, having friends. But I guess it's better this way. There is no one to hurt me... Even if I still had friends none of them liked me... I mean if they did they would be here.
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Story Of A Cutter
Fiksi RemajaThis is not about me. Welcome to the deep dark mind of a cutter. I am Jordan. I guess I should just come right out and tell you this, I am a cutter. My wrists, legs, arms, and stomach hold my pain. They show what I am going through, I have kept it a...