My Story.

The depression begins

As I moved in with my grandparents I started feeling more and more alone, I Lie in bed all day listening to music and drawing. I go through one 100 page sketch book a week, it's safe to say it's what had kept me sane in this house of nightmares. I took a liking to anime and fantasy things like role-playing the non-sexual kind that is.
One morning I got in the bath of boiling hot water (not exaggerating I liked the pain) and began spreading shaving cream on my legs and shaving, I managed to nic myself with the razor and I looked at the cut as it bled my mind just focused on the blood. After I snapped out of it I finished up and got out. I put my clothes on and went back to bed, a few hours later I woke up and grabbed a snack as my grandpa yelled "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" "Grabbing a bite to eat." I replied "Go back to sleep, we don't wanna deal with you right now dumbass."
I went back to my room tears streaming down my face as I hated when he called me names. I laid there in my bed thinking to myself "what's wrong with me?" I noticed the Nic on my leg and went to the bathroom, there I found the razor which could brake easily due to my grandparents not giving a shit. I took it a part looked at my wrist and slashed it with one of the razor blades from the razor I took apart. But I slashed once, then I couldn't stop.. I kept going And soon passed out..

Tbc