Don’t Cut Yourself

The sun is high and hot. The young man is hanging around with the running backs and receivers. Brian is new to the team—tall, bulging biceps, and a tattoo, all as an eighth grader.

“Dude, what’s up with your wrists?” says Javier.

“Oh, I got a super sharp knife and I cut myself.”

“On purpose?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I was hanging with a friend and he started cutting himself. I told him to stop, and he wouldn’t. So I took out my knife and started cutting myself and said, ‘I’m gonna keep cutting as long as you do.’ After a while, he finally stopped.”

“Dude, that’s messed up.”

“He’s a good friend.”

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