What's the point of screaming if no one gives a damn?
I took happiness by dragging a blade across my skin, it made me feel relief...

Self harm.
Little Mary doing it.
I was about to do much more.


4. Behind Locked Doors

"Shannon Johns?"
"Yes sir."
"Courtney Evans?"
"Yes Sir."
"Mary Brown?"
"Yes Sir," I answered feebly. I still felt ill.
"So queen of sluts lives another day...great." Lucy whispered to Emily.
"Did someone say something?" Mr Maccles called out.
"I'm sorry sir, I was just asking Emily if I could borrow her pen."Lucy said innocently.
"Very well then" and he continued with the register.
I felt dizzy and sick but I knew if I got sent home my mother would be fuming. So I clutched the little blade into my fingertips and found happiness in it. I could hang on until break. Come on Mary.
Period one. Maths.
Period two. Art.
Break. I started ran to the bathroom,but Lucy stopped me in my tracks.
"Running off the bog to slit our throat are we?"
"No." I tried to sound strong but the words stung me.
"Have fun!"Lucy skipped off kicked my shins as she went.
The moment I locked the door and threw the blade down onto the toilet seat. I got out plasters and got them ready.
I dragged the blade across my wrists, again and again, until the blood was dripping on the floor. Relief. But also pain. I'd gone to far. A tear chocked my throat. A bit of blood dripped onto the floor and I dropped the razor.
"Are you ok in there?" Someone called out.
I didn't reply.
"I know your cutting."
I cried silent tears.
"I don't know who you are but I'm getting you out of there."
And with that she kicked the door down.

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