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Cut cut cut (chapter 6)
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Chapter 6
Well ever since I started hanging out with jalie I’ve become addicted, as you would say, to cutting. I always thought that it would be easy to quit. To just stop cutting when it goes too far. But what I thought never really happened most of the time. I went two years not getting busted in the act. I thought I was okay. At least until jalie moved and I was left with no help. I ended up sitting in the middle of class with my arm itching with the urge to cut. When that would happen I went straight to the bathroom. If the teacher wouldn’t let me I would do it in class. One year of school I had a new English teacher we called nick. It was really Mrs. Nick but we altered it. She was cool and didn’t mind what we did half the time. One day she asked me to stay after class.
“What do you have under those wristbands?” she asked me.
“My arms” I said trying to be smart.
“Let me see the damage” she said reaching out.
“Umm I really need to get to my next class.” I said trying to get out of it anyway I could.
“Abby, stop trying to run. You got to deal with it sometime” she said.
“Now is not the time” I said walking out the room.
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