Come on you fool, one other cut and it is done. you think to yourself. You sat in a small alley next to your house. Your boyfriend for two years hit you, and broke up with you. Because you didn't want to show him any fear, you walked out of the house. Now your here, with your small pocket knife, in the dark corner. For half an hour, you hesitated is you would do it or not. You bring the knife to your wrist. I'm a fool, I'm a fool. Do it, damn it, come on! Tears were streaming down your cheeks. You slowly began to cut. Blood was streaming down your wrist.
You Suddenly were cut off by a man touching your shoulder. You immediately stood up and turn around. You look into the eyes of a tall long man. You wipe away some tears with the back of your hand.
"What are you doing?" The man asked.
You shrugged and walked away, but he grabbed your wrist.
"Why are you doing thi