Just a Little Bit of Help (Nix)

I took in a deep breath, as I ran down the streets. I have come to have only certain routes, since there are usually careers running too. And they are never the funniest people to run into. They will chew you out for getting in the way. Since I don't run as fast as any of them. I probly could, if the cuts didn't hurt so much. Just as I thought of it, a shooting pain ,in my thigh , reminding what I did last night. The fear tat lead to bleeding. The pain throbbed, I bit the inside of my cheek. Trying to focus on what I am doing. After a few more moment. I gave up, the pain became too much to handle. I turned to started walking down a side street. So I wouldn't get in anyone's way.

Then I felt something trickle down my leg. I was warm and yet. I looked down to confirm that I was bleeding. I sighed softly to myself. "I knew I went to deep this time." I looked behide me to see how far the street was. "I'm too close. Someone might notice." I walked in father . When I was finally far enough, I sat down and yanked my shorts up to so much cuts and scars. It always made her feel sick when she saw this. What she has done to herself, but it's not enough to stop her. It never is. She rolled the shorts into place .Thankfully, her shorts were black.

The cut was the deepest one I have ever done. I kept bleeding freely. I sat there for a moment looking at it wondering what I was going to do. Surely, it will stop soon. But how much blood will I lose before that. I looked about to see if anything that could help. I felt the same feeling, that always come when they talked about the game. Fear and loneliness. But this time no one is talking, and I'm actually alone. I quietly call out "Help" Not loud enough for the next street over to her. But loud enough for someone close by to hear.