Scratches

This morning…was a bit rough. My grandma was angry with me because I wouldn’t speak up… When I went up to my room, I took out a broken pen cap or something(I had found it in school… it was sharp…) and I scratched at my wrists. Far harder than I thought I was, actually. It wasn’t red at first, but eventually it got to a very bright red. I didn’t bleed or anything but it stung throughout school. My girlfriend noticed me flinching whenever she grabbed my wrist(which is actually a shockingly large amount) and she pulled up my sleeve. She just told me to stop and that it was bad. She didn’t really seem to care all that much.

then I came home, and at dinner, my grandma told me I had to take my hoodie off to eat dinner. I hesitated, but did. And of course, stupid me, had on a t-shirt underneath. I knew they noticed the bright red scratches along my wrists. I saw them keep glancing at them. I kept awkwardly trying to angle my wrists away from everyone. It didn’t work, of course.

…Anyway, I’ve had a pretty bad day…