I pull it over my wrist again and again, watching blood fill each an every cut. I pull in my breath like a diver coming up from the water after a deep dive. I keep the air there until my vision goes black around the edges, and where it is not black it is fuzzy. I feel like I have been underwater for to long when I finally exhale. My hands are shaking, I have to drop the blade, so it doesn't end up looking like I hav a pulse going across my arm. It would look like a cross country runners heartbeat after a 2 mile race. As if someone was having an heartattack.
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Story Of A Cutter
Genç KurguThis is not about me. Welcome to the deep dark mind of a cutter. I am Jordan. I guess I should just come right out and tell you this, I am a cutter. My wrists, legs, arms, and stomach hold my pain. They show what I am going through, I have kept it a...