CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)
I sat in it for a while, letting it fill the space where the noise had been.
Then, slowly, carefully, I cleaned up.
I used a piece of toilet paper, pressing it gently against the cut until the bleeding stopped. Dabbed the area clean with water and a cloth. Rolled my jeans back down. Smoothed my sweater. Put the razor back in the drawer, behind the cotton pads, exactly where it had been.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The girl staring back looked normal. Calm, even. Her eyes were a little red, maybe, but that could be anything. Allergies. Tiredness. A long day. Nobody would look at her and know.