The Begin Of An End

9th grade yr

The first day of 9th grade was hectic like it was a new school had to find a way all my classes were yada yada yada but as the weeks and days going on everything went darker and darker and darker then I seen a razor for the third time this time I didn't turn away.This time I grabbed it and threw it against my skin ones didn't hurt.
I did it  again it didnt  hurt. I did it for a total of 13 times not once did it hurt. The next couple weeks I wear long-sleeve shirts and jackets to school but when it was pretty much healed so i decided to wear a short sleeve t-shirt. It was my 6th class my teacher noticed my arm she called me to stay after class she said what happened to your arm first thought the cat did it. She was like no the cat didn't do that you did to yourself didn't you and I was like yeah but it doesn't matter. She took me to the vice principal's office and she sat me down and she was like this isn't healthy you need to let people know before you do this and the first principle was sitting in his chair and I just stood up and I said I don't want your help just leave me alone. Then I went to 7. She called me out at 7. It was like you need to get help. I didn't listen to her I didn't again. This time 12 cuts.