Crying

  She was sitting  the corner of her room with a knife in her hand. people were fighting dawn stairs in the kitchen. she hated it when people were fighting. she tried to ignore the yelling but she couldnt. it just kept getting worse. then she heard something break. she couldnt take it anymore. she slide the knife across her wrist and watched it bleed. it didnt calm her down the way it usually did. she cut again. it still didnt help. she cut and cut till a hand stopped her. she looked up was the girl from across the hall.the girl took the knife from her. she began to cry.

Author's Note

some of the stories sound alike but i didnt realize that when i wrote the actually i never read them so sill comment please