One Last Breath-one;
I took every single one of my razors
and threw them out. I made sure there was nothing that I could use
to satisfy my need for pain. I knew that my best friend, Mariah,
and my boyfriend, Eric, hated when I cut myself. I hated myself for
it too. I tried my best to clean up the scars that would forever be
on my skin, attached to me, like a tattoo. Mariah was waiting for
me downstairs, so I quickly pulled my sleeves down over my scars
and hurried downstairs.
"Hey, Vici."
"Mariah, what's up?"
"Nothing, but Eric's waiting for us, so we should probably
get outside."
"Mmmmkay."
I was wearing my usual: super skinny jeans, tee-shirt (long or
short sleeves), and Converse. Yellow converse. Mariah had on a
flowy aquamarine top, with jeans and ballet flats. She looked
amazing, as usual. We walked around to the back of my house, and I
noticed Eric, with many of his friends.
One Last Breath-one; I took every single one of my razors and
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Oct 5, 2010 9:51pm
