Post by olivia on Jun 18, 2006 17:21:24 GMT -5
Anastasia sat on her bed, wearing her dark purple nightgown and fuzzy slippers. She was upset, having received a nasty letter from her father, and yearned for someone to talk to. She gripped her pillow, thinking of Minecho and Ray. They had been so kind to her, and she kind of considered Ray a friend, definetly Minecho. She pulled herself up, reaching under her bed, pulling out a steak knife she had stolen from the kitchen and a washcloth stained with blood. She slowly pressed it into her arm, breathing out a sigh of relief. She was'nt a cutter, cause cutters do it for attention. She did it for relief from emotions. She pulled down the sleeves of her nightgown, flipping on the TV. Her cheeks burned when she thought of what happened at the mall, and in the danger room. They were gonna think she was a weiner.