They got a job together, so he was spending every night at my house, and every night for a month he would sneak into my room. One night he came in and tried pulling my pants off, but I woke up and he hid by the foot of my bed. I knew this because I could see him in the reflection of my glass door. He started opening something, so I turned on my tv and flipped through channels. He went away. I hadn’t told anybody because I was always too scared.
I finally told my mom, but I didn’t tell her I was cutting. It had gotten out of control, and I looked at my arms and just said Wow! Why am I doing this? I stopped for a long time…until I was 18 and had my abortion. Then I started up again. But my boyfriend got me to stop. Now when I get mad I either hit my punching bag. If I’m not home, I have a hair band on my wrist and I snap it.
 -- Michelle
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