I stand up and walk over to my bath rooom and turn the light switch on finally able to see my reflection thanks to the lighting. I open the cabinet and rummage thought it until I finally find what I want. A tiny rectangular piece of metal and sharp around the edges. I lift my left hand up with my face facing upward. I bring up the razor, barley touching my skin, I deliberately graze the sharpness to my skin feeling it's cold touch. My tears start to fall and I momentarily close my eyes. Does he really hate me that much, that he won't even come to my house? I start slowly cutting an horizontal line. I see the red oozing out and dripping. Just when I'm about to make another line I hear my doorbell ring. I clean the blood form my wrist and the white sink and put the razor away. I hurry to the door, but before I open the door I wipe my eyes and make sure no sign of what happened is shown.

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