13 Days

Chapter 1

"The Program"

It was a Saturday when I did it. I became a person I didn't want to be. My forearm burned as if millions of bees stung it all at once, and injected their venom into me. The tiny scraps bled little but the pain they caused the illusion that they where deep gashes that warm blood just flowed out of. I have done something I never thought I'd be pushed to do. I had cut myself.

The day prior was but a normal day. Dearest mom and dad where fighting to the point where my mother left the house in a crazed fashion while my father just sat on the couch with his head cradled in his hands. I just stood there watching, waiting for something to happen.

I was eight when I first was the audience of this show. As the years came and went things never changed, but only had gotten worse. I became the permanent audience for them. I hated it. Its kind of like this, picture being dragged to an under practiced, tasteless, and not to mention boring opera, every night of your life. You get tired of it fast but at least the performance has a different story to it each time it starts. So here we are a normal day in the house of the Flynn's. My name is Emily Flynn and I am a cutter.

"I never really thought I come to the extremes as to cut myself in times of distress. Its not like it "did" anything for me. I never felt happy nor sad, just an impulse to cut every time a scissor came into my possession. I've been dealing with it for about a year. "

"I see." Said sunken, and old man in the white coat. "What made you come to the idea of cutting?" he asked.

"I already told you." I sneered. "I don't know, I just have."

"But surely you got the idea from somewhere. Television? Fellow peers?"

"No." I said flatly.

"Well Miss Flynn, after speaking with you face to face I've come to the conclusion that you should stay in our program for about 13 days. That should help you heal and untangle all the stress that is knotted in your head."

I rolled my eyes. What a moron.

"Dr. Kroger?" Said a skinny blonde nurse. "Your next patient is ready for you now."

"Thank you nurse." Said Dr. Kroger. "I'll be there in a moment."

The nurse nodded and walked out. Isn't it rude to walk in unannounced in a therapy session? Oh well, things work like clock work here. If you aren't on schedule someone is badly hurt, fired, or killed.

"Now Emily, I expect you back here at our next appointment, remember to pack some belongings because that is the day you'll begin the program. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear doc."

"Good, now I'll discuss the details with your mother before you leave."

"Shouldn't you get to your next patient monkey before they commit suicide because your 5 seconds late?" I mumbled under my breath.

I sighed, and looked out the window of the office. 13 days to get better I thought. 13 days…