I fall to my knees and my dad burst into the room. "Why in the world are you yelling?" my dad asked angrily. He notices the razor blade laying on the floor and my sleeve rolled up. He doesn't say anything but I could tell that he was mad because his pale skin turned beet red. My heart starts to beat fast and my palms get sweaty. All of a sudden my dad's big hands had come across my face. "You know I thought you better to not hurt yourself like that," my dad said furiously. My dad storms out of my room and I look in the mirror to see that there is a hand mark on my cheek. I lock the door to my room and I ball my eyes out. After about an hour I hear a knock at my door but I don't respond. "Cory it's me, Mark," Mark said. When I heard his voice I jumped out of bed and hurried to open the door. I let him in and I lock the door behind him. We go and sit on my bed. "Cory, the twins said that dad got onto you," Mark said while my eyes turned red. "Yeah he did," I said trying not to let the tears out. "Why?" Mark asked. I don't say anything but I pointed at the razor blade laying on the floor. I bust out in tears. "Cory, what were you thinking?" Mark said angrily. "Mark it wasn't me," I cried. "Yeah Cory then who was it, who was it," Mark yelled. "He called himself Agathon," I said wiping the tears dripping down my cheeks. "Come on Cory enough with that fairytale none since," Mark said pushing me back on the bed. "I'm not making this up," I said as I got up. Mark walked to the door. "Cory until you get your mind right I don't think I can talk to you anymore," Mark said before unlocking my door and walking out. I have a meltdown, pull some of my hair out, and I was even tempted to pick up the razor blade. That night I cried myself to sleep, not emotionally ready for school the next day.