Riding Waves Book Ch 2

                                                  Now

                                          January 2012

     After my mom says goodnight on the phone, I walk into the bathroom down the hall. As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I look the same as I always do, but I can’t seem to recognize myself. I quickly wash my arm and change into a long sleeve shirt so that I can’t see what I have done again. As I lay back in bed to finally sleep, I do feel better. That’s the problem. My arm stings, but I don’t hurt from Dan’s words and actions anymore. I still hurt, but only from the cut forming on my arm. I know that I am not trying to kill myself when I do this. I don’t think that even the pointed part of a comb or a nail file can do much damage, but as I touch my arm, I feel a slight scar from the last time.



 
Author Susan Marie Schulhof

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