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SELF CONTROL

I got home feeling lighter. Spending time with Fiona always felt like hitting a reset button on my brain. The moment we said goodbye, though, I felt the weight creeping back. Not all at once, but slowly, like a shadow stalking me.

I ran a hot bath, trying to hold on to the good mood. The warmth was supposed to help. Instead, my mind was buzzing like static.

Then it hit. Something I started myself but couldn't end. I wanted to cut. AGAIN.

It started as a whisper. An itch beneath my skin, crawling deeper. Just once. Just enough to quiet everything. I stared at my reflection in the fogged-up bathroom mirror, my damp hair sticking to my forehead.

No.

But it wasn’t just a no. It was no, but maybe.

I gripped the sink, my knuckles turning white. “You’re not doing this,” I hissed to myself. “You’re better than this.”