How Can I Help?

Busted

"Emmy come on out well be late for school again" my best friend Tamik called.
"Just give me a minute"I called back as I put the razor blade back in my bag for the next time I needed it. I finnaly wiped my wrist off from the blood and put on my favorite black hoodie and finally came out.
"About time why do you do this every morning" Tamik said "You have be acting strange lately, ever since Sam died (Emmys bf) you've been like this." "I want to know why you take so long every single day with the same routine"
"It's nothing I just really miss him, now come on we have to leave or we'll be
late again!" I said.

School is killer for me. No chances to slip away to cut when I need to and every one is obsessed for some reason about writing names on your wrist. Plus I want to stop cutting......I truly do I just can I've tried, but it seems every time I go to toss the razor blade away another set of cuts mark my wrist.

Today was different though the school had finally passed its teen self -harm random check. I was a good enough kid they never called me out for it but today when I was sitting in choir ( my favorite class) when the intercom announced, "Emmy Thompson to the high school office please."
I slowly stood up and put my music away and headed to the office. "Yes, you needed me?" I spoke nervously
"May I see your left wrist please" the nurse said. I did with out hesitation. "Now let me see you right wrist" the nurse said.
My heart stopped and I almost started to cry, but still I slowly pulled the sleeve one that wrist up to reveal all the scars and the fresh cuts. "What are you going to do with me?" I said in tears.
"We are taking you to Teens Peak so you can get help with this issue." the nurse said. She dialled a number in then she started talking to the person before that though, she told me I could say goodbye and that was it.
I shamefully walked to lunch since the bell had rung. Everyone at my table looked at me in silence, finally Tamik spoke up "So what happened?"
"I'm leaving," I said with my head down as I sat.
A gasp flooded the table
"What do you mean your leaving!?" Tamik spoke up.
"I'm going to a mental hospital and getting the help I need,"I replied.
"What kind of help?" someone else at the table asked.
"Lean in," I said as they did I pulled up my right sleeve. "This kind of help." I said as I showed them the cuts.
"Why Emmy, why?!" Tamik said.
"Nobody was there to comfort me when Sam died so I just tried it and it was supposed to be a one time thing but I couldn't stop doing it" I said.
"Emmy Thompson to the high school office please." the intercom announced for the last time.
"Sorry guys... I'll try to write. Goodbye" I said to my friends for the very last time.