The tomboy has depression?!

knives

Knives. The case was filled to the brim with knives. Butcher knives,butter knives, steak knives, filet knives,bread knives, you can think it, it's in this case. I shut the case, put it back where I found it, and then left the house. I knew I should've probably stayed, but I needed to go home and think about what I saw, and what I needed to do. One things for sure, she couldn't find out I knew.

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Wills POV

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BEEP
BEEP
BEEP

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I woke up, whacking my alarm clock.

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I had barely gotten any sleep last night. I got up and quickly changed into jeans, a white Tshirt with my Nike track and field sweatshirt and some
Marroon Vans. To top it off, I put on my favorite hat.
>>picture of outfit on the side>>

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I went downstairs and to the kitchen. I was going to get a banana when I hesitated. What's the point in even eating? I'm just gonna throw it up and no one will know...
I put my hand down on the table, gripping it harshly. I couldn't help but let my eyes flicker to the knife drawer. I gripped the table harder and closed my eyes trying to concentrate on anything but the drawer and the memories. I tried. I really did. I swear. I try not to think about if every time. It just never works.

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I ran back up to my room and into my closet. Grabbing my chest, I ran into the bathroom and took off my shirt. I grabbed the first knife I could and brought it across my stomach. I screamed in pain and then in pleasure. I hate how people think people cut for attention. I mean really, if we wanted attention, would we spend our lives trying to hide them? I slid it across my stomach again. When I had finished, I grabbed a towel and wiped up all the blood. then I put my shirt back on, and walked downstairs. I grabbed my phone and sent my friend,J, a text.

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Me: Heyyyyyyy..............
I pressed send and then passed out. The last thing I remember was thinking
I must have lost more
blood than I thought...

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