I walk out of my room my hood is back on and my wrist are still bleeding. Its painfull but it's not worse then how my heart feels every day. I bleed my sorrows and cry my pain. It's a cycle a never ending ring. I walk downstairs and am greeted by Jeff fighting with Jane. "Shut up I didn't take your knife you idiot" Jane screams. Jeff yells back "yea like you didn't take my hoodie and put it in the wash. Now it's freaking pink because of you". I roll my eyes and go watch Ben play the video game. "Hoody whats on your jacket, it kinda looks like blood" Ben says. I look at my wrist admeadiatly and realizes its bleeding through the jacket. I jump up and run back to my room. I throw my hooodie on the ground and grab a new clean one. I sit in my room for a second till I hear banging on my door. "What was on your hoodie" Ben shouts through the door. I sigh and say "I accadently cut my arm as I was killing someone a few minutes ago". I hear a muffled noise and then Ben's footsteps fade down the hall. I sigh knowing I'm safe for now