Momma and Matt were arguing again. They started screaming at each other. Momma wanted to kick him out again but it didn't seem to be going anywhere. I hated the sound of her screams. The sounds of his feet stomping on the ground. The sound of hits echoing throughout the house.
The arguing grows louder and louder inside my head. The words that they yell at me echo in my ears. My fist tightens. Anger swells inside me. I feel the pressure building inside. Growing more and more until I have to release it.
The need to scream and yelling welling within. My fist tightens even more. I feel as though my knuckles might start bleeding.
I go into the bathroom. The anger rising higher and higher. My eyes wonder around the room. They land on a razor.
I pick it up and slide it down my arm. The blood rushing down my arm. The feel of the release still built up inside. The anger still there. I make another cut. More blood rushing out. My arms bloody but I can't stop.
Still so angry. I can't stop. Can't stop. More cuts. More blood. Now I can stop. The feeling is gone now. The anger gone. The feel of release now all around me. Everything is now okay.
The blood runs down my arm and onto the floor. I look around the room and grab what looks like a clean towel off the floor. I put the towel to my arm. I then wipe up the blood on the floor with it.
I go get clothes out of my room. I just have to clean up the mess and hide the wounds. I have to hide it. No one can know what took place in this room. No one can see the scars. No one can know.
I jump into the shower. I just sit down and let the water run down me. The feeling of peace slowly disappears and leaves me by myself. What have I done? It's going to leave scars on me now.
The worry about my secret getting out starts making me depressed. I start thinking of how I can hide it. No more short sleeves. I can't take my jacket off anymore.
How am I going to wash dishes now? I have to hand wash them. We don't have a dishwasher. I'm screwed. No....no I'm not. I'll just not wash the dishes when people are in there. I am not going to get caught. I never will.
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Non-FictionRaven always loved her parents, even after they got divorced. She didn't blame them. They just went their separate ways. This changes when her mother convinces her that she must move in with her. After moving in with her mother, Raven's life is fli...
