I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.
Laurie Halse AndersonWho wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.
Laurie Halse AndersonI don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I’ll think about a career path.
Laurie Halse AndersonI stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.
Laurie Halse Anderson