It was a couple of days later, the torment continued, at least the part about my dad did, I'm happy for my friends. If you love them you gotta let 'em go after all.
I decided to go down to the skatie with my friend Elijah, I ran to the top of the highest ramp again, I planned to revise Physics for my final the day after, as I was getting down I swung around the railings on the side to lower myself down but slipped and scraped my arm.
Later that night the thoughts continued, almost absent mindedly I reached around to my arm just bellow the elbow and began scratching, the experience wasn't disappointing this time. It was weird like my own little storm cloud above my arm, sparking tingling bolts of electricity at my arm, and it hardly bled at all. This has to be the last time otherwise it'll become a problem, for now, know one needs to know. I think I might need to get rid of the trigger, the knife, I should give it to someone or something, but I can't, to many of my mates harm, it wouldn't be safe for them. Ben's the next best option but I don't want to drag him into it, I'll tell him only if it becomes a problem.
Two days later my dad noticed but I told him I scraped it on the floor when I fell from the skatie, "nice ain't it", it was scabbed over and looked like a cigarette burn at this point.
"well I wouldn't say that", scratches sting for a lot longer than a day, in still stings a bit, a week later if it touches something also the scabs can come off easily and they scar very easily in my minor experience and by what I've heard.
