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The nightmare begun. I didn’t know what self-injury was before. For me there were only tears to kill the pain. Beatrice told me that she’s cutting herself almost every day. That evening I went online and read everything that there was about self-mutilation. The picture of a girl with her wrist cut in million of different places was enough to fall into the sadness. Beatrice never wanted me to see her scars, after months of friendship I.There it was a sentence from my mother’s heart which helped me realize how to make a change and for who I need to make it; my parents and Adam.
Two days later my mom and I went cloth shopping. I still remember the dark blue jeans with blue and green belt that I got, and couple of colorful tops; green, white, pink and blue. My mom helped me picked them, and I didn’t even look at the section where the black shirts were. I will also never forget the tears of joy.