Chapter 3
My friends and I are writing this together XD
My wrists are so sore, my wood is everywhere. I cried as the blade slit my wood and all my sap came pouring out. The bathtub is full of sap now…. Soon my beloved T.V I will be with you.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!!!” Oh no it was the coppers! I dropped the blade as the stupid pigs lifted me out of the tub and into the back of the cop car.
“NO PLEASE LEAVE ME TO DIE!” I screamed as my sap started to flow again.
“No way kid you’re going to rehab!” The copper said with a smile.
I groaned and rolled over which almost made the fucking car role since I’m a massive cupboard.
Rehab sucks, there are no razor blades or ropes to kill myself with. I am in a room with many other self-harmers and a strange flat box that was wrapped up in bandages. “We shall start talking about your stupid obsession with hurting yourself over something I don’t really give a shit about”. I zoned out because I was looking at the strange flat box sitting on the chair in front of me, it moved and mumbled something. It wasn’t a box, its shape looked very familiar.
“HOLY SHIT IS THAT YOU!!!” I scream as I realize who it is. (I look stupid since I’m talking to a fucking box). The box jumped at me as its bandages flew away from it, T.V!!!!! “OMFG I missed you so much” He screamed in my wooden ears. “I was fixed by a T.V repair man!” He hugged me but when he pulled away he saw the slits in my wood. “Honey what’s this” he asked touching my frame. “Um, I was depressed about your death soooo….” T.V slapped me so hard with his antenna that it left a dint in me. “You stupid son of a bitch” he said softly. “I like sons of bitches”. he said running his antenna down my frame. “Oh yeah”.
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This was written by my Friend Eliza<3
