Cuttying My Way Through Chapter 1 The blue edge of the chair

Cuttying My Way Through

  Chapter 1

The blue edge of the chair I was sitting on was starting to hurt my butt. I had been stiting on that chair for 45 minutes so far during class. My school has horrible chairs because they don't have enough money to pay for better ones.  "Ha! Look at Keith!" I blushed in embarassment when i realized that everyone was laughing at me. My teacher saw what was going on but didnt say anything about it.
A couple minutes later, class was dismissed and I walked out the door by myself, hoping no one would make fun of me on my way to my next class. "Hey guys!" I heard one of the jocks yell. "Look! Two floating pencils!" Everyone bursted out laughing and i walked faster away because I knew that they were reffering to my weight and how skinny I was.
I couldn't help it, it wasnt my fault, it ran in the family. After two more classes of complete humiliation, I finnaly was able to go home, where no one was making fun of me. "Mom!" I yelled, hoping she would be home so I would have someone to talk to. There was no answer. "Dad!" I called, hoping that atleast my dad would be home to talk. Again, there was no answer.
I went into the kitchen and took out a steak knife, with the blade about 6 inches long. I looked around making sure that no one was home and placed the blade on my forearm and began rubbing the knife back and forth. It burned, but I didnt care.
I'm weak, useless, and good-for-nothing. I kept on rubbing until i saw the first gush of blood rush down my arm and hit the floor with a splat. Who's strong now, I thought. I bet you guys dont do this do you? That's right, I am stronger than you, I thought.
I rubbed the blood of the knife and cleaned the blood off the floor. I stuffed the knife, which now had no visible blood on it, into the dishwasher. I put the towel on the kitchen counter and went upstairs.
 

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