"Daisy! What the hell do you think you are doing?!" she gasped, pulling me out of the bathroom and making me sit on the bed.
She ran and brought a first aid kit which is unnecessary for me, but I'm in no way of talking now.
"How can you do this to yourself? Why? I thought you got yourself together!" she cried, caring for my wound, picking glasses out and cleaning the wound.
I looked down at my hand, I didn't want the blood to stop, it was the first time I felt good in a long time, and I didn't want it to stop.
I wanted to claw my wound more and let more blood ooze out.
"Please say something, Daisy, please tell me what's hurting you, you know I can't live without you, you know I will be nothing without you, please don't do anything stupid," Mom cried.
I looked at her, why does she sti
