As I reached the last step and made a left turn to my room I looked at the bracelets that hid my cuts. I saw my best friend bracelet that Selena made me when I was eleven and snatched it away from my wrist.
Why would I keep that sort of bracelet on this sort of wrist? This wrist full of shame and pain?
I closed the door behind me and threw my diary on my bed.
I inspected my room for any sign of my mother or Dallas. I was alone.
I slid off my bracelets revealing my scars and new wounds that I have made throughout this month that havent healed completely. I placed the bracelets on my desk on top of my jewerly box.
My blade was in one of the cabinets next to my desk.
I dug into there until I saw something silver.
Once I finally found it I searched for free skin on my wrist. I tried not to go too high up on my arm so my cuts will be easier to hide.
I pointed the edge of the blade to my pale skin, i pushed the blade downwards and closed my eyes.
I realized that I wasn't breathing. I felt something cold touch my pinky finger and opened my eyes in a flashing second.
Blood.
I rarely even cut deep enough for blood to come out, its usually my second layer of skin that shows, never really blood.
I looked around the room for a tissue. I saw a box of Kleenex on top of my dresser. I grabbed two Kleenex's and wiped my wrist. I took another Kleenex and wrapped it around the other one and tossed it in the trash. Hiding any evidence of what I was just doing.
I examined my cut.
I felt completely ashamed of myself. Nothing seems right anymore. I'm starting to realize that Disney and Camp Rock aren't really helping the cause. Things are moving too quickly and I'm not sure that I can keep up. I grabbed my bracelets from the top of the jewerly box and slid them onto my left wrist, making sure to cover up all the scars and marks.
I laid down on my bed trying to forget about what I just did, But it was impossible not to think about it.
Author's Note: I know that this chapter is KIND OF graphic but I tried being as PG as possible while still letting the reader know what was going on. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far
- Lily xo
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