Cut

Picking up the scissors, he deliberately took apart the safety
razor, revealing the cold shining blade. Looking at his arm, he
wondered where he should make the first cut. Nowhere it would show,
that much was obvious.

As the boy chose a spot, there was a beep from his mobile phone.
Sighing, he checked it to find a message from his best, perhaps only,
friend. His first impulse was to delete it, but he read it
anyway.

"U ok? Miss u! xxx," The message read. He put the razor down and wept
for what he had been about to do.