Confessions of a Self Harmer

Kortney is giving me two weeks to come clean to an adult.
Why?
What good have adults done?
I’m here.
I’ve been here.
I haven’t been without sleeves in weeks.
Does anyone notice?
Daddy still gets to play his game.
No adult can stop him.
No adult can stop me.
I consider telling my mom.
She’d probably just yell at me and tell me to stop.
Like I haven’t thought of stopping.
I think about telling my therapist.
My wrists are still stinging from last night.
I see her tomorrow for our regularly scheduled appointment.
My arms are decorated in red lines.
They burn.
I smile, imagining how shocked she would be.
Little me, capable of something like this?
No one would guess.