The room is silent as I look for my pencil sharpener. No one's home, it's just me and the pets. Dad's at a friend's house, mom's at work, and Chris is at a friend's house as well. I love these nights, the nights where I can get the house to myself for awhile.
Anyway, I found my pencil sharpener. I sit on my bed as I get lost in my thoughts once again. It's been taken apart like it has been for awhile. it hasn't been used in roughly a month though. Hard to believe I've been clean for a month from self-harm. I shouldn't relapse, people would be upset if I did. Maybe I'll be able to hide it better this time.
I glance at my arms. They're pale and the scars aren't showing anymore. They faded away so quickly. I didn't cut very deep last time. Only deep enough for it to bleed for a minute. I miss seeing the blood but I can't get addicted again. It's hard to beat the addiction twice.
Out of nowhere a "Meow" breaks the silence. I glance towards the floor and there was my cat, Ki Ki. I didn't even notice she came into my room. She jumps on my bed and headbutts my right hand, the hand holding the blade. I stay still, hoping she'll leave.
She headbutts me again though, as if she was trying to stop me from hurting myself once again and saying that she won't leave me. I sigh and decide to put my blade away, for now. The second i get up she rolls and shows her belly, waiting for me to pet her. I sit on my bed and pet her belly for a little bit, smiling for the first time in awhile. Eventually, I lay down to let her curl up against my chest.
It's been awhile since then. Ever since she first stopped me from cutting she tends to come to me whenever I have the urge to cut. I still have relapsed though but I'm getting better. I haven't fully recovered from self-harm but I'm getting there. With the help of Ki Ki, I may fully recover soon.
