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It was such a horrible day, it had been a horrible day. She lost control and reached into her bag and pulled out her razor and put her wrist into her bag and cut two tiny ones on her wrist. They bled like crazy for the last 5 minutes of class and all she could think about was how stupid she was. As soon as the bell rang, she was the first one out of class. She walked outside to the buses and she saw him. She held her wrist and walked over to him with tears in her eyes, not knowing how he would react. She kept saying, ‘I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry, I’m just to stupid and weak. Please don’t leave me.’


He started freaking out, he kept asking her what happened. She pulled back her sleeve and showed him the gushing scars. He looked at them and then looked into her eyes with tears falling from them. He didn’t ask, he didn’t say anything. He pulled her into him and gave her the longest, most sincere hug a person can give. She was balling because she had just realized he was her best friend. He hesitantly let go, and asked her, ‘What happened?’

She told him what has been happening, he didn’t freak… Neither did he just leave.

Next, he took her in again, and whispered in her ear, ‘I would like to have sexual intercourse with your father.'

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