Gallery of Pain: Bloody Hands by Ellie
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Ellie
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I remember when it all started. I was ten years old the only person I ever loved walked out of y life thanks to my dad. I was so mad and depressed. I ran up to my room and punched my mirror. I took a piece of glass and dug into my arm. It started to bleed. A feeling of relief came over. The next day I put on a long sleeve shirt and went to school like it was nothing. Nobody knew my secret. I had no friend any way so who would care.
Over the next few months I became more and more depressed. I started to cut deeper and deeper. Still nobody noticed. I even wore a short sleeve shirt to school one day and everybody just ignore me like usual. I felt like nobody cared. I was alone in the world. I practically took care of myself from then on. My depression kept getting worse and worse and so did my cutting. I wore long sleeves all the time even in the summer but nobody cared. This continued for about 5 years then one day at school my freshman year at high school I told somebody. My friend Ashley. She became like a sister to me. Every time I cut I would tell her about it and she would ask to see. Talking to her helped for a little while. Then summer came and we didn't talk as much so I started to cut like everyday. Then my sophomore year came. My cutting was worse than ever and so was my depression. I tried to commit suicide 5 times since I started cutting. Then again my sophomore year I became really depressed and I went crazy. I sliced up my arms really bad. Then one day while I was walking down the hall I feel and hit my head on the tile. When I woke there was blood everywhere. I had to be taken to the emergency room. I had busted my head open. That's when the school found out about my cutting. They sent me to a psychiatrist. I had to go to counseling. It's been 6 years since I started cutting and its not getting any better. I've tried to quit but every time I fail. I'm still going to counseling but it's not helping any and I tried to commit suicide again. I really don't think I'll ever quit. Readers you can send your comments to bratkid41@yahoo.com. |
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