Tragedy Strikes

    It  is February 2008, and Chris is in 6th grade. He was getting ready for school, and before he knew it his adoptive mom, Mrs. Franklin, comes into his room with the phone. She tells him it's his grandmother. Chris takes the phone from her and is very worried because his grandmother never calls at 6;30am. So, he talks to his grandmother for about half an hour and then he hangs up thee phone. He looks at Mrs. Franklin and he cries. He cries his heart out. Chris is torn to pieces because of what he just found out. He found out his birth mother is in the hospital due to an overdose from heroin and cocaine. Mrs. Franklin assures him that right after school they will go to the hospital.
   Chris headed to school and his mind was clouded with memories and thoughts of his mother. He couldn't concentrate in his classes. When lunch time came along students and teachers came up to him and gave him cards and hugs. He couldn't help himself, but he needed to cry. Even though he was depressed he made it through the day.
   Finally the school day was over and Mrs. Franklin picked him up and took him to Coney Island Hospital to go see his mother. They stayed at the hospital for a while. He cried more when he saw his mother laying in the bed hooked up to so many tubes and machines. He could barely recognize her. But he knew it was her. He told her how much he loved her and how much he cared. She listened to him and held his hand. When 7:00pm came along Chris's mother died in his arms. He couldn't believe it. His mother is dead.
   When Chris got home he went to his room. He put some music on and lay in his bed and cried. He wanted to feel something. He wanted relief. And he knew in his mind that what he wanted to do was wrong and that he had promised himself he wouldn't do it again. Hr couldn't help it. He felt desperate. He got up and went into one of his draws and got a blade that he had cut out of a razor a while ago. He sat back on his bed and pressed the blade to his skin on his left wrist and cut. He didn't go too deep. But  he went deep enough to draw blood. And when that blade cut he felt an enormous amount of relief and guilt and regret. He didn't just cut himself once but he did it six times. After he cut he knew he had started a bad habit again. But he knew he could overcome this temptation and pull through. And he knew he could get better.