Part 7

I finally put my phone down, after arguing with Harry. Sometimes, I just can't believe that kid. Ugh, I feel so sick to my stomach. Maybe Harry was right. When is he never?

A sudden pulsing feeling struck me. Here we go again.. I walked over to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I opened the drawer, so my mom couldn't open the door.

I dug around in the medicine cabinet, until I found a small razor I had pulled from a sharpener. I put the sharp blade right up to my wrist, and held my breath. Quickly, I slit my wrist just enough so it wouldn't bleed like crazy. I held my breath until I hid the blade, and dug around for bandaids.

The pulsing in my wrist got worse within every second. I pulled off the wrapping, and stuck the bandaid to my pulsing wrist. I let my sleeve down, and walked out like nothing ever happened.