He saved my life

It was sixth grade. I was totally in LOVE with this guy. I wasn't part of the popular crowd and they hated me and I hated them. They found out I loved the guy and told him and bugged him about it until he couldn't take it anymore. He told me he hated me and never wanted to see me again. He transferred schools the next week and so I fell into the clutches up depression and cutting. I went home that night and found a razor and took out the blade. I slashed it across my wrist about seven times. I kept cutting seven marks across my wrist every night. The guy texted me one day and the text said, \"I am coming back. Please stop.\" I thought it was strange. The next year, seventh grade, he came back and ran up to me looking worried. He asked if I could come to his house that aternoon after school. i said that I could. When my mom dropped me off he was sitting on his porch. I sat down beside him and he said he wanted to see my arm. My body went cold and I felt scared. He knew. I rolled up my sleeve and he saw it and started crying. He hugged me as hard as he could and whispered in my ear, \"Please, please stop. I don't want you to kill yourself with this.\" He said he was so sorry for what he said to me. I started crying and said I would never again do that. Now, we are both in tenth grade and I haven't cut since. He is my boyfriend now. Whenever I think of getting the blade now, that afternoon comes to mind and I see him cry. It makes me stop. His love saved my life.

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anonymous Other October 12, 2009 at 12:00 am 0 0