Chapter One
I held out my wrist and grabbed the razorblade. I had never done this before, but it would help me unleash my depression. The blade, now centimeters away, was gleaming, as if yearning for my blood.
"Dameon," a voice called from outside my door. "You in there?"
I fumbled with the blade and quickly slid it under the mat I had at the door.
"Yeah, I'm here!" I called back. "Come in."
My best friends, Caria and Jamie, came in through the front door.
"Hey, what's up, Dameon?" Jamie grinned.
"Nothing much, anyway, any special occasion for the visit?" I asked.
"Two things: One, your hand is bleeding. Two, we just got you a date for the Formal!" Jamie squealed.
Crap! I must have gripped the blade too hard.
"Yeah, Dameon, what's with the blood?" asked Caria as she examined my hand.
I jerked it away in a hurry. "I just got nicked by a knife. That's all."
"Are you sure?" asked Jamie arrogantly.
"I'm fine." I reassured them. "Anyway, you guys got me a date?"
"Of course, Dameon! You need to step into a relationship!" Caria smiled.
"Oh, great! Who is he? Is cute? Did I ever meet him?" I questioned, my eyes gleaming.
"We'll give you a hint," Jamie and Caria discussed it. "Okay, longest reigning champ—"
"OH MY GOD!" I squealed. "JOHN CENA!"
"Yup!" my friends cried.
I said my thanks, and then, Jamie and Caria decided to leave. I looked under the mat towards my razorblade. I really shouldn't—It wouldn't be healthy. But then again—just all of this angst that I've built up… I need to let it out. The marks will probably go away before the Winter Formal tomorrow night.
I held out my wrist and slowly, but deeply, dragged the sharp edged blade across it. Blood spurted out, dripping onto my floor.
"Ah—" I whimpered slightly.
Until I feel better, I'll keep doing this, I thought confidently.
I dragged the blade across again, more swiftly. I bit my lower lip to release my tension. Blood squirted out again and landed on the side of my face. I wiped it off with my clean hand and sliced again.
So much blood—So much angst—So much hurt.
