"I don't feel like talking so let's get this over with. I'm Kait Elizabeth Starr. I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, My birthday if August 1st. But it's not like anybody will remember. Nobody ever does. I usually get a happy birthday in like September. So don't bother wishing me a happy birthday. I gave up on people remember years ago. I'm just not that important in this world. I don't know why i don't just end all the pain. It would be so much easier. believe me I have asked myself that question many times now. . .My History? really? how much do you wanna know. Well I was about 8 when I started to cut. I was in the fourth grade and I got bullied everyday. I saw my brother who was 10 at the time cut. And he told me why cause I saw him. He was also having a hard time at the moment like I was. SO i thought, well, that;s almost like so I shoulde do it. So the next night I found a pair of scissors. They were pretty dull and i had to run them across my leg many times for them to actually cut. then I became addicted. Thankfuly my brother stopped one month after I found out. Then a month after that he found out. Trying to get me to stop"


"I don’t think people truly understand cutting. How it is extremely addictive. Just that first cut… it is just sensational. All those thoughts running through your head disappears the moment you cut. You don’t feel anything but the blood running down your arm. And for that moment, in a twisted way… you feel safe. The cutting clears your head. It feels like everything makes sense. But as soon as those thoughts or feelings come back… you want to cut more and more, and more deeper. The more you do it… the more you get used to it. Eventually… You just get used to it and you start cutting yourself for no reason. It soon becomes an addiction. Soon, you find yourself cutting with different things, razors, blades, knifes, burning, pills, drinking, you would do anything to get relief, to feel safe again. You think it is the only thing that can fix anything. You slowly go deeper into an endless deep hole. But you think you are fine. Then, you soon realize how much cutting has impacted your life… how it is hurting so many other people in your life. You try to stop. But that pain and the needy feeling to cut comes back again. You want to stop. You want to so badly… but you some how can’t over come that feeling. You cut again and again. It then becomes serious, you cut a major vein… now you are bleeding none stop. Eventually, you go to hospital. Your parents are waiting there for hours waiting for the doctor to tell them the news. The doctor comes out… you made it. Luckily, but now you have to face your parents and everyone at your school. Your parents are disappointed. They don’t understand. Your friends try to understand why you did it. But they can’t. They tell you to stop and to stay strong. You try your best to stop but some days are hard and you cave in."

"So my cutting life conrinued and became more worse. Then my father that I loved dearly died in a car crash, instantly. Air bag didn't inflate and his head hit the windsheild. causing major brain damage and him dying instantly. So I was then left with my mother. She was so depressed and angry with my fathers death that she drank herself to death. Dies of alchol. So I was then left with myself and my brother. And at the time my mother died I was 14 and my brother was 16. So he wasn't legally aloud to be my guardian. but that didn't stop us. We moved into a house. My cutting has gotten worse and worse. When My father died was the worse. After about a month i kinda died down on the cutting. When my mother died it was back up on the top of the charts again. It still is bad but I can't stop. No matter what. So my brother sent me to this mansion hoping to help me. He has gone through a lot with me. I feel sorry but I can't stop. Since we moved out I have had one suicide attempt. putting more stress on him."