I felt free. The past week had been a soul-searching, heart wrenching, and insane reality check for me. My legs shot out to stop my movement, and I pushed back against the swing so I could get a glimpse of the stars lighting up from a distance. They were so beautiful, so free, and no matter how much darkness surrounded them, they still shined. I wanted to be like that.The doctors told me I was masking my pain with the combination of cutting and alcohol abuse. Alcohol abuse. I’d chastised my parents for doing the same thing I was guilty of. When the fog in your head begins to fade and grow clear, you look at things in a different perspective. You start to truly see the real world. You notice things you’ve missed, the bad decisions you’ve made, and you start to think of healthy ways to fix them.Dawson and my parents had thrown all of the alcohol out of the house, so that wouldn’t be a problem. I shivered at the thought of throwing all of my razors out. There was no way I was refraining from shaving.
