Relapse
She looks at the blade on her desk
No. Don’t do it
She gets off her bed
You can’t
She grabs it and walks to the bathroom
Put it down
She pulls down her pants
Think about how many people your going to hurt
She sits on the counter
No, not now. You were doing so good
She puts the blade to her skin
A cut
Another cut
Another cut
Another cut
Another cut
Another cut
Until her thighs are dripping with blood
What have you done?
She drops the blade
You're a failure.
She pulls her pants back up and cries
This is your fault.
She lays back down
Why? Why did you do it?
She cries until she falls asleep
Your pathetic
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