Why Cut??...Fire Rain

REMEMBER: this is STRICTLY FICTION and NOT for real!

One day i was sitting on the couch, depressed and alone. I went into the kitchen and cut up an orange. As i set the orange pieces into the bowl, i saw the knife sitting there on the counter. I picked it up and poked my finger to the blade to see if it was sharp. it was...very sharp. I picked up the knife and set it again my finger tip. I pulled back. I felt a sharp pain go through my fingers. But i know felt releved. I droped the knive in the sink, wrapped my finger in a napkin and i applyed pressure to stop the bleeding. As i walked into the front room and calapsed on the couch again, i could feel the stree leave my body, like the cutting helped. I let my finger heal and made up a story about how i was cutting my orange and i cut my finger, because i was holding the orange wrong. Of course she belived me, because it wasn't a major cut. it was a little tiny thing.

I didn't cut myself anymore, or so I thought. The stree of school and my job(nothing big) was beging to overwhelm me. I was a 15 yr.old girl who just couldn't handel it anymore! I thought about how i releaved my stree before...it brought me to thesubject of cutting my finger. So i decided to go further. The finger was for minor stree, this was serious! So i went into the kitchen and looked for the knife i used before...the really sharp one. I found it, then i laided it to the palm of my hand. I pulled back once again and watched the blood rise to the surface. I felt soo releived. I again fixed up my hand with some bandages and made up a story how i cut myself being clumpsy.

This "cutting" went on for about 6 months. One day i didn't feel too well so i went to the nurse. as i walked into her office she stood up and told me to go ahead and sit on the examming table, and she'd be right with me, she has to get some gloves on. I waited. Soon she came over and asked what was wrong. i told her my stomach didn't feel too good. she felt my stomach to make sure nothing inside was swollen. then she said i am going to take your pulse. I rmebered i had the scars on my hand and i didn't want her to see. shes grabbed my hand and i pulled away. "whats wrong hun?" she asked "oh nothing. sorry." i answered while holding my hand out. she turned my hand over and bean to take my pulse. "OMGoodness hun, what happened to your hand?!?!" shes shreeked out when she looked down. "oh i was being clumpsy one day and i fell and cut my palm. nothing to bother about" i answered. She made nothing of it and told me to be more carful and too keep it clean and covered. I told her i would and told her that i'll be more careful from now on.

Months went by and so did the "cutting." One day my friend said she ddin't feel too and wanted me to walk her to the nurse. so i walked her. the nurse saw me and asked if my cut got better. before i knew it she was holding my hand and her jaw was open. "oh dear! what are you doing to yourself hun?" "nothing. I am fine" i snapped back and pulled my hand away and left the office.

Fine out what happends in chapter 2 of Cutting!

Fire Rain

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