As I started to go back to school, people bullied me. It went on for a few weeks and one day I ended up crying silently on the bus at the end of the day, at least I was still on the same bus just a different stop. Alex sat next to me, he calmed me down then we just played rock paper scissors till we got to my stop.

I walked home, and Uncle Mike I know gets done work a hour after I get home, he is the assistant manager at a office, I don't know the company.

I went inside locking the door, I took off my backpack and went upstairs and closed my door and slid door the door. I started crying.

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I had moved from floor to bed when I stopped crying. I hid under the blankets.

I heard the door open, "hey Blakey" I heard

I did nothing

"What's wrong"

I shrugged

"You can talk to me, you know that" He said

I just layed there

"You wanna come downstairs?" He asked

I nodded

We went downstairs, I sat on the couch emotionless.

Uncle Mike sat next to me, "talk to me, what happened back at school"

I layed against him he rubbed my arm

"Why aren't you talking to me" He asked

I shrugged

"Say something, anything you want" He said

I sighed, "bullies"

"Blayke..." He said

I looked at him and started crying again.

He hugged me and I hugged back.

After a couple minutes I calmed down.

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A few more weeks later I snuck into the kitchen around 3 AM I found a knife... I heard that it helps with stress.

It was small and clean. I went back to my room I grabbed a towel. I locked my door. I sat on my bed and took a deep breath.

I cut my wrist...

I winced quietly then sighed. It did feel good and relieved stress.

I did it a couple more times I had 3 cuts on each wrist. I was glad it was late October. I wiped the blood off myself and the knife then wrapped my wrists in gauze so Uncle Mike wouldn't get suspicious. I hid the knife, towel,and bandages in my suitcase (more of a trunk from Harry Potter).

I got under the covers and fell asleep.

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About a month or two later I had been cutting my wrists once a week cause I didn't want to make my Uncle suspicious.

At school I got beaten up the bullies and curled up on the ground. I cried into my knees. I was covered in blood and bruises.

I stayed there for what felt like hours too weak to move.

"Hey blayke you alright" I looked and saw Mr.Tower my english teacher.

I didn't answer

He picked me up and brought me too the nurse. He layed me down and went over to the nurse.

A few minutes later he left and the nurse came over to me.

"Hi sweetie, what happened" She asked

I didn't say anything

"You want to call your uncle?" She asked

I nodded

She smiled and went over to the phone, this is what I heard, "hi Mr.Anderson... Do you think you could come pick up your niece... She got beaten up... She's laying down she looks like she's about to fall asleep... Ya... She won't talk to us... I don't know maybe she's just too shaken up... She'll probably talk when you're here... Alright... Bye bye"

She hung up and came back over to me,

"Are you ok" She asked

I shrugged

"Tell me if something happens" She said

I nodded

She went to her desk and started doing papers.

I layed there closing my eyes for what felt like hours but was about 20 minutes.

I suddenly heard the door open. I couldn't see it cause there was a curtain blocking it.

"Hello Mr.Anderson, she's resting over there, I don't know if she's sleeping on just laying there" The nurse said

"Thank you" Uncle Mike!

He came over I heard him next to the bed thing.

"Poor thing" He said, I half opened my eyes, "hi Blakey, wanna go home?"

I nodded

He picked me up. I pulled my hood up and leaned against him.

He said bye to the nurse, grabbed my backpack and went home.

He cleaned me up in the kitchen he saw the bandages on my wrist.

"Hey Blakey, what happened there?" He asked

I didn't move

"Tell me Blakey" He said wiping a bit of blood off my arm

I looked down

He lifted my head, "say anything, anything at all"

I started crying, "help...me"

He hugged me, "shhhhhhhhhhh" He rubbed my back gently,

When he pulled away I knew he was going to be mad at me.

"Let's finish cleaning you up then talk about it alright" He said

I didn't move and looked down.

"I think I know what's wrong, I'm not mad, I'll never be mad at you, let's just clean you up" He said

I nodded.

He cleaned me up then had me change.

I sat on the couch I was leaning on one side of the couch. Uncle Mike was kneeling in front of me. I still had the bandages on.

"Blayke, tell me what's wrong" He said

I got tense and unwrapped the bandages.

He saw and frowned.

I quickly got as small as I could.

"Hey, hey, Blayke it's ok, I'm not mad at you" He said, "c'mere"

I quickly got over to him, he hugged me, I hugged back.

After a while we pulled apart still in arms reach, he said, "what's been happening"

I stayed quiet till he smiled at me.

"I... I can't sleep... I feel anxious and just sad... I don't like being alone but feel like I am... I never feel like eating even though I'm hungry... I can't concentrate... And just sleepy"

He thought for a minute before saying, "I'm going to make you a doctors appointment ok"

I nodded.

"Do you have a knife in your room, there's a towel and knife missing" He asked

I looked down and nodded.

"Let's go get those out of there" He said

We went upstairs and got the stuff out of my trunk. I layed down in bed.

"You sleepy" He asked

I nodded

He kissed my forehead, "try and rest, I'll be downstairs"

He covered me up and I feel asleep.

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Alright so I know some may have expected it other's not so much but I thought it would sorta make sense.