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One time my parents left the house early in the morning, and I had been having a huge fight with my mom, and I was in a blind rage. I cut myself very very deep, (this was before I began a ritual-type-thing) and started running in the direction of school. Halfway there, I came to my senses and realized that I was bleeding way too much, and I knew I had done something stupid, and had to get help, because I didn't want to die. The closest thing was the school, so I ran to the office and asked for the nurse, but she wasn't there, and there was a huge thing, and the secretaries were being nosy and I found a counselor and everyone knew what was going on in the office. Blah blah blah I ended up being driven to the hospitol by the school police officer in the back of her patrol car. (Never been in one of those before!) She waited with me for the doctor and wouldn't let me knit. (I had my needles in my backpack, but apparently they're dangerous. Chya, ok.) I had to have stitches up the center of my wrist, and the doctor who did it was actually VERY non chalant about it. He was really really nice, and he like, chatted with me. He was cute, too. Dark blue eyes... *giggle*