Filled with anger and sadness you got home right after school. Thankfully it was Friday, you had a break off from school and your parents weren't home. You went to your room and sat down on your bed. You couldn't believe what happened earlier that day with Cam. You only had one way to show how hurt you were. You lifted up your mattress and pulled the plastic baggie out into your hand. Within the little baggie was a razor. You didn't have to do this, but it seemed like your only choice. Taking it out with trembling hands you rolled up your sleeves.You knew that this wouldn't solve anything, but didn't care. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. You wanted to both arms, but by now there was blood trickling down all over your clothes. You lost it you got up and started screaming and crying. You through stuff from your shelf and onto the ground. You went to your dresser and took the picture of you and Cam and through on the ground forcefully."Why doesn't he want me in his life?" you kept on repeating over and over. You went to bed with your arm throbbing and feel asleep crying.
