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What's wrong with me?

Dear readers, in all of my stories, I'll probably have short chapters, but a lot of them. i know, if i read something for a long time, it starts to bore me. so tell me what you think!!

When Kurama awakened, he thought, I cant believe I just did that! He remembered how he was feeling particularly low one day and seeing the razor in the drug store. That razor reminded him of the time when he was a child.

He was hungry because his mom had maid Brussels sprouts which was one plant he didn't much care for. He had given them to the dog and ran outside. A little later, he realized that he was really hungry, s o he had ran inside to look for food. he then spotted the cookie jar his mom kept on top of the refrigerator. Just this one time, he thought. He grabbed a chair from the dinning room table and pushed it over to the fridge. He got on it and stood on his tip-toes and extended his arm to the cookies. Just a little further... he thought. The chair began to sway and his fingers knocked the cookie jar. Just then his mom came in and saw what happened. "suwichi!" she cried. She had ran over and pushed him aside and the cookie jar landed on her arms and shattered, cutting her wrists a lot.

"Mom!" cried Kurama

"Are you okay Suwichi?" asked his mom extending her bleeding arms toward him.

Those scars left large marks on her arms that lasted for years. The same scars the were now burning their image into Kurama's mind.

On impulse, Kurama went into the drug store and bought a razor blade. He thought maybe he could make up for being so selfish and making his mom bleed .When he got home, he made one vertical slash across his left arm. He expected it to feel horrible. But , for some reason, he felt exhilarated, almost high. This feels great!. He thought. Then it sunk in what he was doing. Oh no! he thought what have i done??
Kurama quickly put a band aid on his wound and shoved the razor under his mattress. I'll never use it again, he thought. Not even to make up for my sins. What's wrong with me??

What's wrong with me.