slits.
Prologue
I coulnd't stand it. The constant fighting, doors slamming, cussing, and tears. I sat in my room, bawling my eyes out. I looked at my bulletin board and saw what I needed. A thumbtack. I picked it off the bulletin board, not caring if stuff fell off. I sat back down on my bed with the thumbtack. I studied it for a minute, pieced my skin with it, and slid in in a straight line across my upper thigh. Pain flooded through me, but it was a good pain. The pain that I needed. Blood trickled down the side of my thigh and onto my sheets. My cries stifled and I sighed in relief. I pulled a tissue out of the tissue box sitting on my sidetable and dabbed at the blood still trickling out of my new cut. I grabbed a bandaid from my purse and placed it over the worst part of my cut. Then I fell asleep.
AN; This is all fictional.
Prologue
I coulnd't stand it. The constant fighting, doors slamming, cussing, and tears. I sat in my room, bawling my eyes out. I looked at my bulletin board and saw what I needed. A thumbtack. I picked it off the bulletin board, not caring if stuff fell off. I sat back down on my bed with the thumbtack. I studied it for a minute, pieced my skin with it, and slid in in a straight line across my upper thigh. Pain flooded through me, but it was a good pain. The pain that I needed. Blood trickled down the side of my thigh and onto my sheets. My cries stifled and I sighed in relief. I pulled a tissue out of the tissue box sitting on my sidetable and dabbed at the blood still trickling out of my new cut. I grabbed a bandaid from my purse and placed it over the worst part of my cut. Then I fell asleep.
AN; This is all fictional.