A few days before my 7th grade year, my parents told me that we were moving to West Virginia. I didn't mind too much because I always came here to visit family, but I was just worried how the other kids would treat me. My first day at school only one person talked to me. That girl quickly became my best friend as we realized we were both so much alike and faced similar struggles. I was pretty content except for the fact that all of my blades were locked away in a moving box. I felt the need to cut myself so badly that i couldn't even concentrate in school. I eventually began using a razor again and doing the other forms of self-harm more often than what I had before. I found out quickly who I could trust and tell my secrets to and surprisingly
