Scar looks down at the floor mumbling sorry, as his mother screams at him once again. He didn't like to pay attention to her words. Joe walks in the room and asks, "Linda! What did he do this time?" Scar didn't hate his step dad, but he was a little scared that Joe might be like his dad. "I got a call from Ms.Hanson, that idiotic bitch! Telling me that Sam, who she called Scar, has been cutting himself, and that I needed to 'take care of him'! She was questioning me-" She says angrily, before being cut off by Joe, 'Sca-, I mean Sam, go to you're room, now!" Scar knew Joe was just trying to get him out of the room before his mom would start shouting profanities. Scar was glad to be out of his mother's cold, hard glare. His room was in the basement. He walked in and locked the door behind him. He hid a small razor blade in a copy of A Christmas Carol. He took a deep breath, and slit deeper then did last time. He kept cutting until he had the satisfying dizziness from blood loss and the pleasing sting of the cuts. He put the blade back in the book and the book on the shelf, and sighed as he rinsed off the warm, crimson liquid. Scar got out a piece of paper. Ms.Hanson had told him to write down why he cuts. On the top of the paper he wrote:
I derserve to feel pain.
