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I lay in the bed and felt like I was going to explode. The spaghetti was too much at once, but I couldn't disappoint Gabby. As I lay there, I thought about how much I wanted to be free again, with no one forcing me to do anything. Oh how I wanted my razor back!

Troy

Five Days Later

I stayed in the house for five days, with no way to leave it. My mom was worried about me, but that wasn't my problem. I was searching for a reason to get to my dad's house – I wanted my razor! I had no reason to leave the house – my mom had clothes for me and she didn't want me to go to school in case I ran into my dad… so I was stuck in the house, my mom still forcing me to eat, even though I'd improved. As soon as she'd leave, I'd find a way to practice again…

Gabby and Chad came over every day, telling me what happened at school and bringing me my homework. Apart from that, I didn't do anything. I had to go to the hospital again, and my mom was coming with me, making sure I'd show up. Today they'd tell us when the police would come and ask questions so they could arrest my dad and look at my cuts and bruises.

"TROY! We have to go to the hospital – come on!" My mom shouted at me – speak of the devil…

I sighed and stood up, slipping into my vans and getting a jacket to cover up the bandage on my forearm. I left the room, closed the door and rushed down the stairs.

She looked me up and down again, her eyes staying on the bandage for a short moment before the jacket was pulled over it. She picked up her car keys and told Nick good – bye before we left.

Nick

After my mom and Troy left, I walked up to my room. However, when I passed Troy's door, I stopped. I wanted to see what was inside, although I knew it wouldn't be like his room at our dad's house. I knew he closed the door for a reason, but I couldn't suppress to desire to see how it looked. I knew what the guest room looked like, but Troy definitely changed things inside it.

I opened the door and looked inside. At first glance, everything looked the same. I stepped inside and looked around. Nothing looked different until a pile of sheets on the table caught my eye. Some of them seemed really old; most of them were schoolwork, but others seemed totally different. I picked one up – a draft was in the background and some words were written on it.

You can't stop me from falling apart


'Cause my self-destruction is all your fault

My eyes widened at the words and I looked at the draft – it showed a boy sitting in a dark corner, holding something in his hand while looking at his forearm. A dark, red line, the only color on the entire sheet, was on the boy's forearm.

I put the paper back on the desk and left as quickly as possible. I didn't want to know what else he'd written on those paper sheets. The one I saw was enough. I walked in my room and thought about it for a minute. Did those sheets mean he wanted to cut again? 
 No. I was sure that sheet was from a few weeks ago and that he'd forgotten to throw it away…

Troy

While we were driving to the hospital my mind wandered back to last night. I had a nightmare

Flashback/Dream

The door opened. I was lying on the ground, looking up, afraid of what would come. No one was standing in the doorway. I looked around – did I miss something? I closed my eyes and opened them again. Suddenly, I was in the hospital, my arms and legs fixed to the bed, preventing me from moving

My dad came in, with Sarah trailing behind. I tried to get away, but there was no way for me to escape. They walked up to me and smiled. 
 They picked up a scalpel from the ground as I began shivering. I looked down and realized that I wasn't wearing anything. Trying to get away, I struggled, with my dad and stepmom looking at me, hovering the scalpel just inches above my stomach. I felt my heart race and my breathing become uneven.

"Well, let's see what's true about the story you like to hear about your skin being slashed." My dad's grin grew wider. My eyes widened as the cold metal touched my stomach. He added pressure, and I started screaming, but nothing came. He stopped and looked at the cut he created on my stomach. He and Sarah laughed and left the scalpel on my stomach. They left again, leaving my stomach slashed open with blood trickling down my entire body. 
I closed my eyes. It wasn't the familiar sensation of cutting myself. I didn't feel free. 
I opened my eyes again and found myself on my bed with a razor blade next to me. Without hesitation, I took it and cut down my arm, freeing myself. Then the door opened and my dad came in with a belt in his hand.

"Time for some father – son fun," he snarled, raising his arm, ready to hit me with the belt.

I woke up before the belt hit me, realizing it had been a dream. I was covered in sweat and trembling. I looked on my stomach and saw that there was no cut, and that there wasn't one on my forearm either – no cut that could ease the pain…

Afterward, I drew a small picture of myself sitting in a dark corner, watching the blood trickle down the whole length of my arm. I hid it under some of my schoolwork, where no one would find it.

It didn't have the effect of cutting, but somehow I felt better after drawing it.

In the Hospital

We arrived at the hospital about ten minutes later and didn't have to wait long.

"Well, hello, Troy. How are you?" the doctor smiled. I sat down and looked at him, shrugging my shoulders.

My mom stepped behind me, laying a hand on my shoulder. "He's improving…" Yeah right. I rolled my eyes, which went unnoticed by both my mom and the doctor.

He nodded. "Can you please remove your jacket and shirt so I can look at the cuts and bruises on your back?" I didn't respond and did as he told me.

He walked over and began looking at my back, tracing some of the cuts. "Is there anything that hurts you? If I add pressure on the cut, does it hurt?" I shook my head, although it did hurt a bit… but who cared?

He examined my back for a few more minutes, looking and tracing at every cut and bruise. "Looks like it's alright," he smiled. I nodded and put my T-shirt back on. The doctor pushed my jeans up my leg and took off the bandage. Again, he pressed at a few parts, asking if it hurt. It didn't.

"Well, then you're allowed to practice again, but not too long! The maximum time is ten minutes, two to three times a day." I nodded. Maybe I would extend it again, for just a little. He gently took my left arm, taking off the bandage and looking at the cuts. The blue thread of the stitches was visible, but the skin was together again, even though it looked swollen and red.

"Okay, seems like everything is healed. I'll remove the thread now." I nodded and he turned around, getting some medical scissors and forceps. While my mom looked away, my eyes were fixed on my arm, watching every move of the doctor in removing the blue synthetic. When he finished he put sanitizer on and applied a band-aid to the cut. My mom turned around again after the doctor finished.

"So Troy, seems like everything's perfect. Just try to gain weight and don't practice over your limits." I nodded…if I could get what I wanted as soon as possible, I wouldn't complain.

I wanted my razor…

Seems like Troy really needs his razor. Will Nick ignore what he saw or will he tell someone?
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