31. You don't need to care

Nate’s POV

I run up the stairs leading to my dorm room as fast as my legs can carry me, my right hand itching for some kind of painful attention. Once I reach there, I rush into my room slamming the door harshly behind me.

Hurrying over to my desk drawer, I slump myself down on the chair rummaging through various stuff. My fingers frantically run over papers, pens, markers, a photo of Alex and various other items until I suddenly withdraw my hands as my finger tips slice over the sharp object, a blade, what I was looking for.

I quickly drag it out from the dresser not caring the burn of my freshly cut finger tips. I pull out my right hand and roll my paint stained hoodie sleeves up revealing my right wrist now littered with a lot of cuts along with black burn marks underneath it.

It was two days after I started burning myself with candle wax, that I tried cutting myself for the first time. I was shaving when I decided to experi