3. Shit Happens.. I Guess
That Thursday, one week after, I wasn't able to go through with my plan of doing something "special". Someone had told the school counselor about me cutting and she was to tell my mom. It was the law. I was so upset I was crying and freaking out. I made accusations at my friends. I was frantic, sad, angry, everything. No one took the blame, which only made it worse. I still don't know who told to this day.
When I got home, I had to text my mom, because she was at work. She made me say it to her, she made me tell her what I did. It was really hard for me. I didn't want to talk to her about it. She told me later that night after work that if I ever do that again she would strip me down and send me to a psychiatric hospital. Her threats only worked for so long....