I went into the room that would now be mine. I went out the window and got my stuff from my old house. I flinched as I walked through the living room. My parent aren't here but i still feel horrible. I put everything i wanted in my backpack and went to my new home. I set everything up. This room has it's own bathroom. I looked in the bathroom. It had everything i needed. I put everything up. I got out a small box, i opened the box. In it were my blades. I slowly reached for one.

You know you want to. 

I shoved it back in the box and hid it in a cabinet under the sink. I walked out of the bathroom and started unpacking stuff in my room. I hung my painting on the wall. The fairy in the painting was crying in a beautiful garden. Everywhere around her was lit while the spot where she was had no sunlight. I ran my fingers of the painting. I felt every detail put into it. I set up my easel and got out some paints i had collects. I took a canvas i had gotten from art class and set it up. i got out some brushes and started painting. I was painting an eye. I put emotion into every stroke up the brush. The emotion. Sadness. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said. The person came in. I was too focused on my painting to turn around.

"My mom made me check on you," a voice said. I knew that voice. Max Thunderman. I set down my brush and turned around. He looked at me and I blushed. He gave a small laugh.

"What's so funny," I gave him a confused face.

"You have some paint on your cheek," he laughed a little more this time. I smiled and began to laugh with him.

"Here," he said and took a tissue out of the tissue box i have by my bed. He wiped of my cheek and looked in my eyes. I swear i saw him blush as he stepped back. I blushed even more. He looked over at my painting.

"Did you paint this?" he asked

"yeah, it was an art assignment," I said. He nodded.

"I should get going to let you paint," he said. I nodded and he left. I smiled he is so adorable. I went back to my usual monotone self. I painted and painted until the eye was finished. It was crying. There was a shadow in the eye. It showed to people kissing. The story is the person got cheated on. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered my first relationship. It was with a senor. I was a freshman. I was walking down the sidewalk from the grocery store. He was under a street light with a cheerleader. He made out with her. I ran away crying and broke up with him the next day. I have scars from that. I started crying even more. I wiped my face off and went into the bathroom. I stared in the mirror. I got the box out under the sink. I grabbed a blade a cut. Each cut became longer. I washed the cuts and bandaged them up. I put on my long sleeved pj's. All i own is long sleeves, for obvious reasons. I even wear long sleeves on my gym uniform. I went to the window and jumped out. I rolled to avoid injury. I went back to my old house. I went into my moms weight room. I started squatting. I squatted 500lbs 30 times. I bench pressed 400lbs 30 times. I went home and lie down on my bed. I was quiet tired. I fell asleep only to be met my nightmares.