Harper opened her front door, and entered her house. "Hey honey, how was school?" asked her father. She only ignored him and stomped up to her room, threw her backpack on her bed, and fell to the floor, sobbing.
She just laid down there for a while, crying, and crying. Then she sucking it all in, sat up, and grabbed her scissors off her desk. She was hyperventilating, trying to contain her wailing.
Cutting is a way some teens try to cope with the pain of strong emotions, intense pressure, or upsetting relationship problems. Harper was dealing with feelings that seemed too difficult to bear and bad situations she though could not change. She cut because she felt desperate for relief from bad feelings.
She took the open scissors and slid it across her wrist. Then, out of anger and depression, she did it again and again. After she had stopped, her entire arm was bleeding, covered with too many cuts to count.
Finally, she tuned the scissors around at her self and cut off her ponytail. Then chucked the scissors across the room and began crying once more.
Even Harper didn't know why she did what she did. You do stupid things when you're depressed and angry. She just wanted to be done with it all, and that was the only way that she could think of.
She climbed up onto her bed, still sobbing, and laid there until she fell asleep.
A.N/ I know its a short update, but I think the point was across. Honestly, this is what I feel like doing right now. I'm so done with everything! I seriously just want my life to end and I just don't know what to do or how to feel... ;(
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