She's A Trendy Designer On Her Wrists(May Be Triggering To People Who Self Harm)

Chapter 8

I quickly ran to the furthest cubical from the bathroom door so it would be harder for someone to find me. i started digging through my bag, trying to find my tissue counting my blade but i couldn't find it. no matter how hard i looked it just wasn't there. everything got to much, i needed it so badly. falling on the floor in tears i heard someone call out 'hello?'. my stomach churned. i didn't know whether to answer, they must had heard me crying. i heard foot steps coming towards me and the person said hello again, this time a little louder. a few pounding heart beats later and it all went silent.

I stood back up while drying my eyes and started to delve through my bag again, it had to be here somewhere. i soon spotted it at the very bottom of my bag, my wrapped up blade hands shaking i slowly pulled the tissue out and unwrapped it carefully. i held the blade in my hand debating whether to cut or not. voice echoed round my head saying 'you ll feel so much better if you cut, come on just do it.' how ever much a small part of me didnt want to i let the bad, unwanted voices have there way.

I slowly and carefully pulled my sleeve up trying not to catch any of the old cuts. i stared at my arm, there really was not a lot of room left. cuts and scars caked my lower arm. searching around for some space i eventually came across a small patch on the back of my lower arm. i held the blade tightly against my arm. beads of blood came to the surface as i slid the blade slowly across my arm. the blood started rolling down my arm like a slow moving waterfall and i quickly grabbed the tissue to wipe all the blood away. when the blood finely clotted i wrapped wrapped the blade back up in a new tissue and placed it back into my bag.

I sat there for a while staring at the door cautiously listening out to see if anyone was still in here. hearing nothing i reached over to unlock the cubical door. my sleeve still rolled far up my arm ready for me to wash the cuts, i didn't want them to get infected. still listening out to make sure no one was in the toilet i stepped out of the end cubical. i heard a voice shout out 'oh my god!' my heart skipped a beat.