Scars

See? I draw a little line with the knife, it bleeds for a second, and it’s gone. Kinda neat, huh? Works the same if I burn myself, too. I heal really fast. I don’t scar easily either, which is cool. If Mom saw me walking around with a bunch of scars, she’d flip.

Look, I drew a star. One time I cut myself a little too deep and it bled a *lot*. More than I’d wanted it to. I wrecked my shirt, stained the whole sleeve and I couldn’t wash it out. It closed up really quickly, and I didn’t have to go to the hospital, but it was kinda scary. That one left a scar. It’s right here, above my elbow.

The ones on my wrists? Nah, I did that a while ago, before the healing thingy kicked in. Eighth, ninth grade. Something like that. I was being stupid, and I shouldn’t have done it. Mom and Dad freaked. They made me see a shrink for a while. I’ve been declared ‘cured’ though, so I don’t have to go anymore. ‘S funny. He kept poking and prodding, looking for the answers he wanted to hear, so it was just easier to go along with him. Lied through my teeth. It wasn’t fair, though. I shouldn’t have had to go. I knew I screwed up. I wasn’t going to do it again.

Heh. Tic-tac-toe. It doesn’t hurt much. Actually, it feels kinda good. You get this warm little glow after a while. Besides, I only do it once in a while. When I’m worried about stuff, mostly. It’s not like it’s all the time, honest. I’ve got a lot to do, that’s all.

Don’t worry about it. I didn’t want you to worry about it.

C’mon, we’ve got to study. Jack said that the SATs are really hard. She only broke 1000. And y’ know Kay? The geeky girl from bio? She got a 1230. I gotta do better than that if I wanna get into college. I can’t not.

-fin-

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