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Amber Brown spent her entire existence believing Dave was her father. When her mother reveals this is untrue, she goes through an emotional spiral with depression. It's hard for her to believe her mother had lied to her all this time.
A move to a new home and town causes Amber to be consumed by her "darkness" and reverts to cutting to free herself from her pain.
When Casey, her new friend enters her life, she introduces Amber to parties, drugs, and Amber's new boyfriend Landon. The secret of cutting begins to take affect on Amber as she tries to hide it from her friends and family. In the midst of everything, Amber has the desire to find out who her biological father is.
Follow Amber through her trials of depression and cutting, along with the discovery of love.
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I grab the razor blade I took from my dad’s garage. It’s tiny, but sharp. I turn it over in my hands, nicking my palm. The blood trickles down my wrist and I smile with grim satisfaction. Yes, this will do the job. I catch one last look in the mirror; the pain makes me want to explode. I can’t take it anymore. I press it lightly against my wrist, tracing a blue vein under my skin. The razor is cold, smooth, and comforting. I press harder, dragging it across my wrist over and over like I’m going to saw it off. Pain comes rushing out. Free at last.
School sucks today. I was pushed into several lockers because it’s easy to miss a piece of crap like me. One guy even managed to open his locker at the right moment and I walked right into it. Jerks at birth are jerks for life, I guess. I really don’t waste my time with them or trying to fit in, so I ran and hid in the bathroom. No one would notice I'm gone anyway.
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to check on my masterpiece. Once I start to walk, I get a shocking stabbing pain in my left leg. Is something wrong? I try to walk as fast as I can but the pain is too bad.
By the time I get there my leg is bleeding again. The pain is still there and I start crying. I sit down on the side of the tub and carefully pull off the blood soaked gauze; red goes everywhere. My leg's swollen and there's a lot of pain shooting down my leg. Once the gauze is completely off, I see my entire thigh swollen. Was Sarah wrong? Did I go too deep? Redness surrounds the cut and it looks like a welt.