(A/N Hellos. I have a question for my viewers. Do you watch Epic Rap Battles of History? If so, what is your favorite episode?)
Almost Cut
Max sat cross legged on her bed, her lap top in front of her. Her wrist stung dully as she typed, but she wasn't cut. Her eyes flicked to the pocket knife resting next to the computer. Her wrist itched, and she quickly scooped up the blade.
She put it to the grove in her skin, pressing down hard. She pressed until her skin almost, almost, broke, then stopped. She repeated the process several times. She didn't want it to cut, she didn't want her friends to see it and start asking questions. They were already nosy enough about the eraser burns.
She made sure to have happy music playing on the laptop so that anyone walking by wouldn't suspect anything. She got almost to cutting, then went back to typing. Her wrist stung whenever she move it, but Max didn't care. She welcomed the pain.
Suddenly she felt exhausted. It was Wednesday, so she had school the next day. It was only 10:30 p.m, but she felt like she'd been up all night. Max almost cut twice more, then studied the mark made by the knife. It was extremely close to breaking, so she decided to stop.
Max was trying to keep a record, to see how her almost cutting progressed, so she quickly snapped a picture of her arm before shutting off the laptop and climbing into bed. Maybe, jut maybe, no one would bother her the next day.
She doubted it though.
(A/N Ok, its short, but like Max, im tired. Im also sorry for not updating Pain Fades Hurts Don't, Ill get around to it. When I m not falling asleep.
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Silence)