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While everyone was fighting I'd gone upstairs and locked myself in one of the bathrooms. It was clean and white and I knew they'd all be too busy arguing.

I'd brought my razor blade with me. I undressed and started cutting my white pale skin. I cut my arms and legs cutting shapes words and small precise lines. It hurt but the physical pain covered the emotional. My body was bleeding and the cuts were stark red on me. A horrible scream of angst srtarted from somewhere deep inside me.

I heard footsteps running down the hall. Someone pounded on the door.

"You ok?" Cory asked.

"Mom," I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest, tears going down my face.