I came home early from the game, for my own good. And I rushed upstairs to my room sobbing, slamming the door behind myself. In mid-sob I heard my mom quietly knocking on the door, asking what was wrong. I ignored her.
When I had quieted down a bit i got onto my computer and signed into AIM . I groaned. The only people online were Peyton and Bailee, naturally. When they weren’t together they imed online nonstop. How disgusting. I decided to try and get help from them.
I wasn’t getting help. Peyton pretty much kept telling me how he told me so and Bailee…well she was sorta helping…but i hate her. i huffed and got up out of my chair, walking to the bathroom. Although I really had no idea why I was in there. I subconciously went to the cabinet in my bathroom and opened it, moving around a couple of things until my searching hands came across a blade, a blade with dried blood still on it from before. Before when I was depressed.
When I was a cutter.