The next day I stay off school, my mum doesn’t know about what’s happening but I told her I felt sick and she let me off with it . I had another flashback; This time it went way back to my early child hood. I was in myself until my older brother got in from work, I just sat on the sofa all day with a blanket and a box of tissues watching friends. I had the urge to do something. Something bad. I ran into the kitchen and picked up a knife, I held it to my arm tears running off my cheeks like a waterfall but making very little sound. It’s done I’ve cut myself on the arm around 7 times I cleaned and put away the knife and wrapped my arm up in a bandage. I lay back down and went back to friends when I started crying my broken heart out; watching my favourite tv show made me sad because I have no friends no one cares. My brother came in the door as I hid my arm under the cover, “how are you?” He says, “ok?” I said “you sure?” He says he could tell something was up “ absolutely fine,” I said, obviously lying he looked at me and walked upstairs to his room. Then my mum came home … I was still lying in the couch but she came in and knew straight away what I’d done. She came over and pulled the covers up “why is your arm bandaged up honey?” She said angrily but trying to stay calm “n-no reason ?” I said slowly as my voice cracked slightly. My nose started bleeding. I ran into the kitchen and cleaned it up “are you ok?” My mum said clearly and obviously worried … I started crying rivers again as she came over and hugged me then she walked me over and sat me back down on the sofa “what’s going on?” She asked confused.
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