want
I came to the conclusion that I wanted to cut. I wanted to feel the blade slice my skin open.
Masochism.
I walked out of the bathroom wearing a long sleeve shirt.
My excuse was that my old cuts, the scars, made people stare. Everyone understood that, even though it was 89 degrees outside.
I never mentioned anything about new cuts (I mean, who would?).
It was getting easier and easier.
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Short Story“ a person who is gratified by pain “ {greatest achievements: #325 in fan- fiction, #411 in short story} karensosa© 2014-15