WARNING; If you find these subjects (self harm, suicide, eating disorders) triggering, then please do not continue reading this!

DANS POV

I opened my eyes, slowly. My head was throbbing and I had pain running through my body. I looked around in confusion. Where the hell was I?

The pain in my head was unbearable and I could barely open my eyes, but I looked around and tried to take it all in, Ok, I was on the ground; but where? School. The word popped into my head and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I looked out the corner of my eyes and saw bikes, rows of bikes. Yes! I remember, the boys had decided to throw a wild punch at me behind the bike shed before classes, which then of course, turned into kicks, lots of kicks.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed myself up with my hands, and leant my back against a wall, still sitting on the floor. There was blood, a lot of it. Crimson red and flowing from my head. Nothing worse than normal, though a lot more noticeable. I was used to inflicting pain to myself; I had become addicted over the last year. You see, I'm a cutter.