Trigger warning: self harm
I come back from Larry's place and open the door as it creaks.
"Hey dad"
"Why are you home so late?"
"It's only nine.. me and Larry were just hanging out"
"Only nine?! I told you your curfew is eight!"
"I'm sorry I-"
"No, go to room your grounded don't leave your room until your ready to apologize to me and quit being so disrespectful!"
I run to my room as tears drip down my face.
I clip off my prosthetic and sit on my bed. I open my nightstand and pull out the scissors.
I pull up my right sleeve and slash a cut at my arm.
I do this a couple of times as tears fall everywhere.
I

decided I felt better and cried myself to sleep.

I wake up to the ear piercing noise of my alarm clock.

I felt a sting in my arm, I pull out my arm from under the covers.
About eighteen cuts and it was red all over..
Fuck.
I promised Larry I wouldn't do this to myself anymore..
I pull out one of the several boxes of bandages that were in my nightstand.

I put three bandages on my forearm and get up to change.

I was gonna be wearing a short sleeved shirt today since all my long sleeves were in the wash.

Good thing I have bandages.