Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Not me.
I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. There were annoying thoughts shouting in my head, 'You're hurting your family and friends! You're making a bad decision. Think about it! Please…' They told me. I ignored them. Don't the psychologists say not to listen to the voices in your head? Edward shouldn't have listened to them. Look where it got us now.
I took the razor I stole from a convenience store out of my jacket pocket and looked at it like a nerd would look at his comic book. I need this, and they just don't understand that. I shoved my sleeve up on my left arm, and used my right to position the razor. I started from the inside of my elbow and went lower to my wrist. As I cut, I cried. Why couldn't they just understand that this is what I need? That I have to do this for me to be me? I made more slashes on my arm. I was 'carving' a portrait. A beautiful portrait if you ask me.
You can't change who you are. You can't change your eye color, but you can wear contacts. You can't change your hair color, but you can dye your hair. You can't change your skin color, but you can get a tan. Those are just cover-ups. Not who you are. If I don't cut, then I'm not me. Why can't they see that? They say they're trying to help, but they're just complicating my life even more! Can't they just mind they're own business? I pressed the razor down harder on my skin out of rage.
I cried out in pain. Everything was getting blurry; I was loosing my balance. I gripped the drug store bathroom counter in a tight grip. The razor fell out of my hand and on to the floor. I looked down, the sight below shocked me. There the razor lay, in a puddle of blood. Where did it come from? Then I looked at my arm. I had a deep gash on my wrist that was gushing blood. My blood. My stomach was twisting with uneasiness. My white cotton t-shirt was seeping with crimson. I screamed for help. Would they hear me? With no warning, my legs gave out on me, bringing my face to meet the floor. I silently begged Edward for forgiveness before I blacked out…
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