If you are sensitive to the topic of self-harm (cutting) do not read.
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I stared at the stall door. This stupid guy, "I-I don't care what you came h-here for. Just g-go away."

"Fine." I heard footsteps, then the door open and close.

I sigh and pull of my razor from my pocket. I pull up my sleeve. I hate myself for doing this, but I can't stop.

I put the metal to my skin and push it in and drag it across my wrist. It hurts, but it lets me forget my problems.

I do this a few more times. 11 new marks. I stand up and open the stall door. I need to rinse this before I leave.

I look out of the stall expecting the bathroom to be empty, but with my luck, there's someone else there.

It's Craig leaning against the wall, by the sinks. He stares at me.

"Feel better?" He asks. I keep my cut arm behind my back. I stare at him. He starts walking towards me. I reach out and grab the stall door.

Just as I'm about to close it, he reaches out and stops the door from closing, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I stare at him. "L-leave me a-alone," I says, quietly.

He tilts his head, "Why are you keeping you arm behind you back?"

I look up at him, "N-no reason."

"Doubt it. What are you hiding?" He reaches for my arm. I freak out and jump backwards.

He gives me a questioning look. Then, he steps into the stall and try's to grab my arm again. I try to move away, but find no where to move away to.

He grabs my arm and I bite back a scream. He pulls it from behind my back.

He stares at the cuts on my arm. He looks back at me, "Did you do this?" He asks.

I try to pull away from him, but it doesn't work. I'm starting to feel really anxious.

"Leave me alone!" I shout, "You just want to make fun of me! Let go!"

He lets go of my arm after I pull on it a bunch of times. I sit in the corner of the stall and start pulling my hair and crying.