When report cards were sent out today, my guidance counselor called my Mom to talk to her about my grades and overall attitude at school. During this evening’s dinner, Mom was berating me about that, telling me I need to improve my attitude because I am not a kid anymore. She and Dad were asking me so many questions, but I had a feeling they would not listen to me because “they don’t want to hear anything I have to say” (Anderson 87). Later that night, I decided to open a paper clip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. When Mom notices my wrist the next morning, she says “I don’t have time for this, Melinda; suicide is for cowards” (Anderson 9). I really need some help and fast because what else can I do?
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