Now
January
2012
As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I look the same as I always
do, but I don’t seem to recognize myself. I wash my face and brush my teeth
like every night before bed, but now I also wash my arm and change into a blue,
long sleeve shirt so that I can’t see what I have done. I glance one more time
in the mirror to see if I can catch a glimpse of who I use to be. As I lay
down, almost falling asleep, 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 feel
pain, but only from the cut forming on my arm. As I touch my left arm, I feel a
slight scar from the last time that I did this to myself, and I drift off to
sleep.
