"TWEEK. PUT DOWN THE KNIFE!" I shook my head holding it to my back. 'I CAN'T HAVE IT ON ME!' Mum ran over grabbing my arm trying to get me to drop it, she twisted my arm until I released, the knife made a loud CLUNK on the ground after it hit the ground, I turned around crying. 'I can't stand having it on me! They'll think I'm fucking mental!'

Mum grabbed me rubbing my back. 'You can wear makeup on it?' I cried harder. 'I tried. . .'

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Stupid fucking warning! I scream at myself looking at it in the mirror scratching it with my hands, get it off my fucking body! I start clawing at it as I saw blood start to drip down and getting under my nails.

My door opened to my mum screaming. 'Tweek! Stop!' She grabbed my hands holding them up. 'Tweek, you have been given skills to not do that!' I burst out in tears. 'I don't care! I don't want it on my fucking body!'

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I smiled at my then boyfriend, he placed his hand on my waist as I jumped. 'Please don't touch my waste. . .' He groaned. 'Baby, I don't care that you're a freak.' I looked down upset as he felt over my scars. . .I jumped pushing him off me. 'Don't touch my waste!' I loved him soooo much, I would have died for him but, he couldn't know that.

He says annoyed. 'What the fuck?!' I answered. 'I told you not to touch my waste. . .' He said pinning me to a wall. 'Don't fucking do tell me what to do.' I nodded looking down.

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Please don't do it. . .please, don't do it. . .please, don't do it. . .'Tweek, get the fuck out!' I nodded with tears in my eyes, I ran home. . .he broke up with me. . .why am I like this?! I looked at the fucking thing that defined me at birth.

I screamed laying on the bed crying. . .why the fuck do I have to be like this. . .

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"Overly attached?" "Overly attached?" "Overly attached?" I stood up pulling up my pants. . .I really hope he's too drunk to remember this tomorrow, and he was. Thank god. . .

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