The Life Of A Cutter

Prolouge

I pressed the blade to my tan skin and blood seeps out of the new cut and drips down my arm. A single tear drips down my face. I squeeze my hazel eyes shut from the pain and start to silently sob. The tears fall off my face onto the tiled bathroom floor and mix with the blood. "Why," I mutter through my silent sobs, my body shaking like a leaf "Why." I repeat but this time louder. "Why...Why...Why," I repeat over and over now shouting. This has been going on for two weeks now and nobody has noticed. Not my friends, not Katie, not Mama Knight, not even, Gustavo or Kelly. "Don't they care about me?" I whisper once my sobs have subsided. I wrap a bandanna around my wrists and pull on a jacket to hide to hide my new cut. I hide the razor and walk out the bathroom and sit on the neon orange couch. Thanking my luck that my three best friends are practicing songs with Gustavo and that Mama K and Katie are out shopping. I'm the only one home, left to be lonely and break down again. Having a new cut to hide. But it's just another day in the life of James Diamond, a lonely cutter.