Here I am sitting in the darknessof my room with a blade in one hand and the other bleeding from the cuts on my arm. *knock knock* I snapped my head up and looked at my door, "hey... kevin can I come in!?" a small and tender voice came from the other side of the door. "no...it's a mess in here!!" I yelled from the other side of the room. "hehe... I've seen worse then your messy room!!" he said giggling and opened my door, he had his head down kicking dirty clothes out of his way and looked up at and found me sitting on my bed with my arm still bleeding and the blade the other hand. "what the hell is this!?!" he asked raising his voice at me. I looked away and didn't answer him. "you said that you would stop cutting!!" his voice shaky. I sighed, "some habits are hard to stop." I looked at him and got off my bed and walked to him. He ran out of my room and out of our apartment. when he got to his car he started the engine and drove away. I had ran you of the apartment in time to see his car pullout of the parking lot.
I went back in side and slammed the door shut. I made my way back into my room, and threw stuff around, breaking things and making a bigger mess of my room.
after calming down a bit, i saw the razor that I had cut myself with on my bed and picked it up. "Do it...it will make you feel better!!" a little voice in my head said to me, and i listened to it and cut my arm. around the 12-14th cut I had pasted out from the light blood lost.
