*12 years old*
I went to school one day. My friend ran up to me and said "Omg! Did you hear?" I shook my head. "OMG! Some people in our school have been cutting themselves!" And I looked at her. I kept walking. All day all I could think about was what she said to me. I went home that night and while in the shower, grabbed the razor. I looked at it. *how do people do this? It looks painful!* I looked at it and shrugged. *oh well* I pressed on my skin and slid to the right. Slowly. Carefully. You could feel the razor, slicing through your thin layers of skin. You can tell if it gets deep, and when it's sliding. It felt weird. I went to school and my friends got very mad at me. I promised to never do it again... until... that day...
