She was a mess. Insecure, self-conscious, and depressed. The brunette hadn’t been out of her room at all for these past few days; she couldn’t face her mother…. Well, anyone for that matter. She’d done something she was too afraid of admitting to… And she was about to do it again.
Locking herself in the bathroom in her room, she immediately reached for the box she kept under the sink. White opened it, revealing a sharp razor. She turned it in her hands, sighing. White extended her left arm, hot tears beginning to form at her eyes. She knew…. She knew that if her mother or her friends found out… They certainly wouldn’t be proud!
She made the first cut across her wrist, blood already seeping out of it. The brunette made a small cry. It hurt, yes, but it relieved the pain she felt emotionally. Another cut… And another…. She stopped at the bend of her arm, and sobbed silently as she watched the blood trickle down it. Her cuts weren’t too deep, and she didn’t feel much pain anymore because now… she felt numb on the inside and out.
She wiped the floor and her razor clean of any blood that was left over. Then, cleaned the blood off her arms, slipping on a sweater with long sleeves. Hopefully, no one would ask why she was dressed in jeans and that black sweater of hers.
She walked out of the bathroom, leaving her razor back in the box. White walked down the stairs, taking nothing but herself out the door. Luckily, her mother hadn’t seen her from the kitchen. So, she escaped her house without any concern. She was so done with this. If someone found out, they’d spread the word… She would never again be known as the tough girl everyone thought her to be. Ever.