Harry Styles Self Harm Novels & Stories

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.

I do not feel pain, I do not know what is happening to me. "My goodness! What are you doing to yourself?! And why is there blood?! Did you do something?!" I just looked at the scream and saw an old woman. I saw that her belongings were already on the floor. All I can see right now is her eyes which were full of concern, she quickly stood beside me and get the wrist that I cut. Before I could speak I was completely blinded by the darkness. After that happened, I secretly did it to myself. Sometimes I secretly injure myself, sometimes I get caught so they can stop me. But now they are hiding the sharp things that I can harm myself.