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she said and started to shiver . " You ?! You're that shorty of this morning ! What are you doing here ? " said the first man in an angry tone . After saying this he took a knife out of his pocket . " If the reason doesn't satisfy me , I'll cut your throat . " said the first man with a threatening tone .

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

I did not know what to say, because once I open my mouth all I will speak about is how I am beginning to feel about him. He pushed a hair away from my forehead and put his knuckle under my chin, tilting it so that our eyes met again. My heart melted and I fought back the tears that were surging forward. Do not get attached to him. Lily's voice rang in my head. I shut my eyes to fight back the tears. But I was already attached to him. I have been attached from the very first day. Even rule number one could not stop me from it. But I was in great pain because I cannot act upon my feelings.

I suggested. "No that won't do, your brain won't see the urgency in curing a wound that small it could take us years if we go slow, I thought you wanted to get stronger in a month" I froze, the prospect of failing to get strong enough to heal Nathan overwhelming. If this was the only way to get stronger I had to do it. Grabbing the knife I braced myself as I placed it on my skin. Here goes nothing. With a sharp slash, pain shot through me as a deep cut appeared eclipsed by the oozing of blood.

Aѕ raw аѕ іt mіght ѕоund, I’m gоіng to hоld nothing back. If уоu fіnd thіѕ dіаrу, the fіrѕt thіng уоu ѕhоuld knоw іѕ thаt you’re nоt аlоnе. Yоu’rе nоt thе first реrѕоn thеу’vе tаkеn, аnd you’re nоt the only оnе thеу’vе hurt. The ѕесоnd thіng is, it could wеll gеt wоrѕе for уоu thаn it wаѕ fоr mе.

'I didn't say you could stop! I shut my eyes tightly remembering all the insults. All the blame I took. Remembering all my pain and regrets. I rolled up my right sleeve and picked up the blade. It felt very foreign to my left hand but I had done this before and I believed it would come back to me as I went along. I made the first cut. A really deep cut. I felt the familiar sting in my arm as blood pooled out and dripped onto the floor causing more tears to be released. I repeated this, in search for relief from this agony in my chest.

I instinctively tensed. The next second, I slammed heavily onto the hard concrete at the bottom of the shaft. There was a dull thud. The impact seemed to shake pain through all my organs. Thankfully, the bottom of the shaft was dry and had no standing water. But the bare, hard ground offered no cushioning at all. A violent wave of pain spread from my head and lower leg through my entire body. I trembled in agony, cold sweat soaking through my clothes almost instantly. I knew very clearly that I had most likely broken a bone.

My mind raced with all the horrible possibilities. He crouched down, bringing himself level with me. I screamed—an ear-splitting sound that tore through the silence, making my own eardrums ache. He moved slowly, almost gently, placing his hand near the side of my neck, just behind my ear. A shiver ran through me at the touch of his skin, warm and deceptively soft. Then everything went black. --- When I regained consciousness, my eyes snapped open, and my heart began racing all over again. Panic surged through me, making it hard to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered a desperate prayer, “Please, let this be a nightmare. Please, God…”

I’m not prepared for the first slice of my skin, the blade cuts me not too deep, just enough to draw blood. I hiss, take a deep breath and grit my teeth and wait for the second slice. I’m not caught unawares like with the first this time when the blade touches my skin I let go a controlled breath. I feel my blood glide down my back. Each droplet hit the stone floor with a quiet thud, The third slice comes at me fast then the fourth by the time the fifth slice comes around I’m numb to the pain blood gushes now and I’m kneeling in a pool

It hurt like a bitch but at least it was alright now. I’d gotten a deep cut on my arm from heaven-knows-what and no amount of Advil could tone down my throbbing headache. It could be as mild as the crush after all that adrenaline or much worse, the cut could be infected. I didn’t have the proper tools to clean it myself. Checking my arm out in the mirror, I decided it needed a few stitches. If it was on my left arm, I would stitch it up myself. But, at the risk of sounding like a self-absorbed narcissist, I couldn’t afford any scars. My body was supposed to be one of my deadliest weapons. I was expected to be perfect.