Gracie
I was heading to my next class, my head down and my earphones in, avoiding everything and everyone around me. I was too drained to deal with anything, and all I wanted was to be left alone. I wasn’t in the mood for classes, but I didn’t want to fall behind. I hadn’t gone back home yet since being around my little brother and sister at my dad’s was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment. I hated myself, though, because I cut yesterday for the first time in so long, on my nontattooed leg. And for a split second, as the blade ran across my skin, I thought that was exactly what I needed, so I went deeper. My emotions became too much, and I needed to take some control. I regretted it the moment the relief eased off, and I saw the blood run down my leg. I felt guilty for doing it in my dad’s home, especially with the kids in the house. I should never have done it! It was a moment of weakness, one I didn’t want to repeat again.