Boredom

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Mom was lecturing me as usual. About how 'safety' is the most important thing for me. Ha. Like I care. If she knew about what I do to myself she'd blow up. Sorry mom.
The lecture kept on going on until we got into the house.
'I'm just reminding you, sweetie' she said
'Whatever mom, I have to go do homework.' I huffed, walking to my bedroom.
I did my homework that took 10 minutes. Then I just lay on my back on my bed. Staring up at the ceiling and let my thoughts fly. So many thoughts. Does my mother think bad of me? Dad hasn't come back to the house in two weeks. I hear my parents arguing 24/7 about the stupidest things. Me included.
I sighed. Sat up and went to my draw. I opened it and ruffled around until I found the silver blade that I kept secretly hidden in the side, between a notebook. I really help myself. I do it out of boredom. I am bored.

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