New SectionPick....pick pick....scratch scratch scratch....cut cut...cut.New Section3 years ago in Suicide Prevention More Like This
Amy sat on the floor of her bedroom with a pencil in her hand. No one was home, so there was no chance of anyone walking in on her. Hopefully her dad didn't come home early.
Slice slice....slice slice cut....blood.
Tears started to slide silently down her pale cheeks. Not from the pain.....but from the guilt.
Pick pick pick.......scratch cut....blood.
She had promised herself that she was going to stop all this mess after freshman year. It was now almost the summer before 11th grade, and she still didn't know how to stop.
Pick slice....cut cut....slice.....blood.
Her arm started to burn and numb randomly. Mostly burn on the cuts, because she wasn't using a real blade. But her mom would realize if she went rummaging through the tool box for a razor, so this would have to do.
Cut cut....slice...pick pick....scratch scratch scratch....blood.
The dark blue carpet on Amy's floo