Hidden Cuts

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Blossomheart's POV:

I dug around my room trying to find something sharp or some type of blade

B: Where is it? Where is it? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!

I screamed trying to find a blade after 20 minutes of searching I finally found a box cutter. After I found it I pulled my hoodie sleeves up and held the blade up to my wrist.

I am not a stranger to cutting. I've done it before thousands of times. But I was scared I would become addicted to it. But who cares at this point right now?

I felt the blade push deep into my skin as a fresh cut mark appeared on my wrist. I made a few of them.

B: Cameron doesn't love you! You're not good enough for him or for anyone! You should just commit suicide! Cameron hates you! You actually thought he loved you? Hah! You're so stupid!

After a few scars were made on my arm I hid the blade in between the mattress and the box spring of the bed so Cameron didn't know I was cutting.

Of all the people why would Cameron Boyce want to be with me? I'm a mess there's clearly something wrong with me. Does he even care about me?

I kept cutting deeper and deeper until blood dripped.

S: AHH fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

I put the blade back in it's hiding spot.

I heard Cameron coming in.

C: Hey Blossomheart what are you doing?

B: n-nothing

I said pulling down my sleeves

B: I'm kinda tired. I know you're tired too. Hehe

B: Yes actually uh

B: I'm ok don't worry about me

C: ok then

Cameron's POV:

I'm kinda worried about Blossomheart. She's been acting kinda weird lately.
Also Sunlight has texting me non-stop saying I'm gonna pay for breaking up with her and stuff like that.

Anyway I climbed into bed with Blossomheart and hugged her and fell asleep next to her.

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