Where’s the proof?

She didn't know what to do exactly. A pin prick doesn't say much he had said.. Does that mean that I have to be in a lot of pain to prove to him that I love him? She ran to her dads tool shed and grabbed the razor blades he used to cut carpet and slipped one in her pocket before she could get caught, then headed back into the trail behind her house. She walked far enough that she couldn't see her house any more and heaved a sigh of relief. She pulled the razor blade from her pocket and sat down at the base of a tall tree. She had to be careful to make the cut somewhere that couldn't be easily seen.. She already wore turtlenecks everywhere but her arms were still too risky so she chose her legs.. She slid the razor blade across her calf gently at first. It burned more than cut and a small welt of blood came to the surface. "Strange," she thought, "This is way less painful than when Matt is upset.. This wasn't so bad at all. I can control the pain by how deep I cut and the concentration on my task is calming." She slid the razor across another spot. This time was deeper than the first and blood began trickling down her leg. Time seemed to blur and before she knew it, she was covered in cuts and bleeding down to her socks. She covered her legs and slipped back down the mountain and into her room before anyone saw anything suspicious. She hid the razor and cleaned up the mess and went to bed. Her heart was still anxious and she had a hard time falling asleep. She hoped it would be enough to keep Matt from leaving her. The next morning she anxiously walked up to Matt and could tell he was in a better mood. Her hopes soared until he said, "Well? Where's the proof?" She took his hand and led him back behind the west building and slid her pants up enough to show her wounds. She looked up hopeful that he would accept her proof. What she saw in his face was disgust instead. "Oh my God, Dawn! What the hell?! I was just kidding and you go and mutilate yourself like this?! You're seriously crazy, you know that? You have mental problems. You really need help. I mean, you can't even take a joke! If you ever do something like this again, it's over. I can't be with a freak... You should be glad that I feel bad enough for you to date you. I should have listened to my friends when they said you were weird. I mean I know you listen to metal music all the time and I try to defend you when they say you're a crazy goth chick but I guess they were right and I was being blind. Clean yourself up and go to class. I'll see you at lunch. I just can't stand the thought of looking at you right now." He then rushed away before Dawn could even reply.