The feeling didn't last long. Carol arrived home to her father yelling and screaming. She knew that he was only angry because he was in pain but it gave him no right to treat her the way he did that afternoon. She went to bed and returned to her old habits, but this time she was careful. Carol cut deep but on her legs and her stomach so no one would see the pain she was in. She felt so selfish and disappointed in herself for cutting again but she realised that at the moment it was the only way to ease the pain. She cut violently and bled a lot but once again Carol cleaned up her mess and went on with her life as it there was nothing wrong.
She got up that morning and acted as if she were perfectly fine. She did her chores quickly hoping no one would noticed the damage she had done. Carol was disappointed that this act had occurred and even more distraught that it happened on a Friday night. Carol despised weekend, all the responsibility she had looking after everyone seemed to get to Carol as she didn't really get a break for 48 hours.
The weekend, as usual dragged on, and Carol was pleased when Sunday night came, not only because it meant the weekend was over but because Carol managed to avoid cutting on Saturday night and she was so proud of her achievement. 9:15 came and Carol dragged her sore body to bed. She had no way of stopping the feeling that passed over her aching body. Slowly, although trying not to, she grabbed a blade and started franticly scratching and cutting her legs. This rage went on for what felt like an hour, when carol finally settled she realised how severe she had harmed herself. She realised how hard it would be to hide the damage she had done. Carol's legs were covered from her hips to her ankles with a mixture of small, deep, big and shallow cuts. Carol wondered whether Jess could help her once again. For Carols sleep that night was very unsettled as Carol kept waking up imagining worst case scenarios.