-Part one-
I walked downstairs and into the living room where my parent\'s were,
while clinging onto a towel half wrapped around my arm.
Clearly exposing the Self inflicted bloody cuts. The weapon i had chosen at the time...
....A Razor.
I could never remember how or even why i started self harming.
At 14 years old i lived in a day dream.
Still do.
I didn\'t know what reaction, if any i would get when Saying \"Look what i have accidently done\" holding my breath for the reply.
Which in the end My Father gave....
\"YOU DO IT AGAIN AND I WILL CHOP YOUR ARM OFF\"