-I slump against Tony a little- My my old dragg.. on I fell off f and hee e got booted... It ww was so o close to happening... -I trace the scars on the inside of my forearm. Mostly the short ones. The ones that remind me not to do certain things. The ones that killed me-
(im sorry im short lol. I'm only 5'1ft and I'm done growing.) It was so close to happening again -I press on the scars a little to stop the tears-
I carry her in my arms and since I don't know where her home is I just bring her to mine and I set her on the bed in the guest room.
-I curl into a ball on the blankets. My fingers itch to take the knife out of my pocket as I used to under stress. I take it out and slide it under the mattress.-