Besides, wrists are for bracelets, not cutting.
I pulled down my jeans enough to see my thighs and grabbed my "Best friend" from my pocket.
"They check wrists, not thighs." I quietly said. "If I survive this." I clutched my friend and dragged him across my thighs. The cool metal felt good as it created cuts. it didn't hurt anymore. The bathroom door opened hurriedly to reveal Adam.
"No, Ty! I should have been here sooner!" He yelled and ran towards me as my vision went black.
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Skylox Short Stories
Short StoryThis book will be short stories about skylox. Don't like? Don't read.
