Today I came to school after a week with a cast on my right arm, and my leg with crutches.
Yeah you guys are the reason I got that.
The doctor was almost horrified.
He asked me what had happened.
I could’ve told him about you guys.
I could’ve been safe then.
Instead I said that I fell down the stairs.
Which I did.
You slammed me against the lockers and pinned me by my arms.
I hit my head in the process and I let out a whimper.
I think I saw care flash in your eyes for a moment.
You stared at my hand.
Not the one with the cast on it.
But the one with the bandages on it.
Yeah, I did use the blades.
You tried to take off my hoodie.
But i somehow escaped and ran to the girls’ bathroom.
Where I cried bitterly.
I rolled up my sleeves and took out a blade from my pocket.
And began cutting my thighs.
Too much of blood gushed out.
But for the first time, it felt good through the pain. Thank you.