Cut.

'Hey ___" Your friend says running to cech up to you.
"Oh, Hi." You say pulling your shirt sleeve down so they can't see what you did last night.
"Did you get that math homework done?"
"No, I had a lot on my mind and couldn't consentrate." You say thinking in how many ways that that was right. In a way it was. You did have a lot on your mind. The deep cuts on your arm told you that th was true.
"Gottcha, well I got to go. I'll see you at lunch."
"Yeah, see you later." You said thanking slightly that your friend hadn't noticed your arm.
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Talking to your friend on FB, or Instant Chat.
Your friend: Hey, how was school? Sorry I didn't sit with you at lunch I had to leave early my partents forgot to tell me about my doctor's appontment.
You: It's' okay, I wan't in the mood for lunch anyways so I just went to the library."
Your friend: Everything okay? You seem kinda sad.
You: I'm fine. I just have a lot to think about
Your friend: Oh okay, well I g2g mom and dad have been yelling at me for the past 5 minutes to get to bed. Night."
You: Night.
After your friend gets offline you get on YouTube, and type your favoret video to watch when your feeling down. You watch it for a minute but it quickly becomes over powering and you can't bare to look at the screen without feeling a burn inside of you to add more pain. After a while the urge is too much and you get out a swich blade and hold it up to your face. You start to cry really hard, and you can't help but feel the need to do it. You lift up your shirt sleeve and bring the cold blade across it. A thin red line appears and you emideatly feel better. You don't feel the need or want to stop the blood so it bleeds and bleeds until you feel a little light headed and you pass out.
TO BE CONTINUED