Chapter Thirty One

                                 ~Fola~

My parents were looking at me cautiously, looking at me through hooded and guided eyes, looking at me as if I'd snap anytime, looking at me exactly the way they had looked at me when it first happened and the first few months after that.

And it wasn't like I did not notice that they were keeping all the sharp objects away. I noticed but I choose not to talk or think about it. Thinking about it might make me wonder if physical pain would hurt more than the emotional one, if physical pain would dull the emotional one.

Thinking about it might make me want to do it. Doing it would mean blood all over.

A memory instantly flashed in f