I want a good quality knife that won’t break. The blade should be somewhere from 3"-5". Assisted opening. I have looked at a lot but I really want to make sure I am getting the best quality for my money.
Hello there! Thanks for considering my question 
Well, I have a story going on and I need help with one scene that I’m at.
There’s this bully named Shane Thore and his victim Danny Woods and Danny’s friend Rose Saving. Shane makes Danny’s life miserable since Danny doesn’t really fit in with them at school. Danny has heterochromia which makes his eyes different colors, so the lefy eye is green and the right blue. Danny is adopted by his dad’s brother- but doesn’t know that. Danny has scars on his arms and one on his face from his old abusive step-dad Manny Jake. Manny got tired of Danny and asked his brother-in-law Zak Woods if he wanted him. Zak saw Danny’s condition and took him in.
Zak lives in a trailer and is a police officer and only 20 years old! I love him so much 
Shane knows that Danny’s adopted and lives in a trailer unlike him who’s rich and gets whatever he wants. He just doesn’t like Danny at all. Shane’s a foorball player and a straight-A student, so nobody would ever think he’d bully poor Danny, but he does.
So, it’s a Tuesday afternon and the final bell just rang so Danny found Rose and they started walking home and took a shorcut down an abandoned alley. Of course Shane and his friends, Nick Taylor and Tyler Werny, followed them there. So, Danny turns around and sees them and stops. Shane slams him against the wall and holds him there with on of his hands on his chest. Rose tries to jump in and help him, but Nick grabs her and keeps her away from Shane and Danny. Danny squirms away and they start swinging at each other. SO now Danny has a few cuts on his forhead and left cheek and the back of his head is slightly bleeding from the wall impact. He and Shane are eye and eye and Shane quickly puts his hand in his pocket, grabs the knife and flips the blade open and the nex thing Danny knows, it’s digging into his stomach. Rose screams and the boys run away, realizing what they did. Danny falls on his back and pulls the knife out of his stomach. It was about three inches long and really freakin’ sharp.
So, now for the question, what would happen after this? Best and worst case scenario, please?
No retarded answers if possible, I take this very seriously since it is my stroy and my favorite character.
Please and thankyou!
I’d like to know what would happen if Danny gets stabbed like the question asks and your opinion of what should happen.
Be nice, though
Thank you!
I want a bottle opener, scissors, a blade, and it needs to be light enough to comfortable in a pocket. Although not needed, a pen, corkscrew or a nail file would be helpful.
does anyone know of any out-the-front pocket knives?
as in ones which, upon opening, the blade comes out of the guard area/ top of the knife?
obviously i don’t mean a gravity knife, but one operated by hand?
i know there is one made by smith and wesson, but just curious if anyone knew of any other makers.
thanks for your help, 10 points best answer.
does anyone know of any out-the-front pocket knives?
as in ones which, upon opening, the blade comes out of the guard area/ top of the knife?
obviously i don’t mean a gravity knife, but one operated by hand?
i know there is one made by smith and wesson, but just curious if anyone knew of any other makers.
thanks for your help, 10 points best answer.
does anyone know of any out-the-front pocket knives?
as in ones which, upon opening, the blade comes out of the guard area/ top of the knife?
obviously i don’t mean a gravity knife, but one operated by hand?
i know there is one made by smith and wesson, but just curious if anyone knew of any other makers.
thanks for your help, 10 points best answer.
I’m tired.
Not in my eyes,
But in my heart.
My soul is tired.
I’m emotionally exhausted.
I’ve felt anger, sadness, despair, love, hate, happiness, scared, insecurity, and unsure all in the last 9 months,
And now, nothing.
I feel nothing.
Numbness.
My heart and soul have given up on me.
They put back all my feelings and emotions and put them in a bottle,
And threw it away in the sea.
So I push this knife into my skin,
Scratch with a needle until I see red,
Because pain is all I can feel now.
I don’t know why,
And I’m so unsure,
Of what emotion tomorrow will bring,
If any.
I make my friends cry,
And I can’t even muster a tear!
Why can’t my eyes weep like my soul and heart do?
I feel lost, alone, afraid, and scared,
But together that makes me feel numb.
So I push this knife into my skin,
Scrape this needle again and again,
And I see the blood!
My mind registers that I should feel pain,
But still I feel nothing but numbness.
It’s so scary.
People know.
They say it’s a cry for help,
I believe them.
But if I’m crying out for help then why is nobody doing anything?
They say I need counseling, professional help.
I tell you, I get you the information!
You can’t even make time to call.
That hurts me more than any blade ever could.
It cuts me in the soul,
Not on my wrists.
But for some reason,
Every cut that you make to my soul,
Shows up on my wrists.
I ask God why,
Why do I feel the need to bleed?
I get no answer,
Just more numbness.
These thoughts of you not caring consume me,
I want to not care,
Just like you.
You’re my father and I’m your daughter,
You care about me and I care about you.
I know you love me and I love you too.
I just can’t see why you feel like these slits on my wrist aren’t a big deal?
A cry for attention, that’s what you said.
It’s a cry yes, but not for attention! For help!
I’ve called you names,
Like dick and asshole.
I don’t mean them when I say them, not even when I think them.
Because I love you, you’re all I have left.
Don’t you see?
I need you to be here for me!
I have friends that are here,
And you’re the only family that knows,
You said you would help me,
But actions speak louder than words.
The only action you’ve had is to take my needles,
But you didn’t get the ones I hid,
Or the pocket knife that stays beside my bed,
You didn’t care enough to look.
You were angry with me,
I understand because you’re scared.
I’m scared too, that’s why I cut.
I understand that you don’t understand.
I’m trying to be the best daughter I can!
I love you!
All I want is a little help.
I know it’s expensive and I’m sorry,
I’m sorry if I feel like a burden,
But you’re all I have left.
My mother’s gone!
I need you,
But you need her.
Your shooting star.
It’s supposed to be me!
I’m supposed to be your shooting star,
Your little girl.
Not anymore though,
Someone new and shiny has come in,
She’s nice I’ll admit,
But she’s not my mother,
But she’s your shooting star.
You act happy with her,
Happier than you ever did with my mom.
You won’t even say her name anymore.
You refer to her as “your mama.”
Say her name.
Say it. Ros.
I bet you can’t say it. Won’t say it.
I don’t know if it’s too painful for you or not.
You act like she never crosses your mind.
Like you don’t miss her.
Do you cry in the shower like me?
Cry for your wife that’s in the ground?
16 years of your life, buried in the soil.
You pretend she never existed.
Do you not see her when you look at me?
Do I not remind you of her?
I hope I do.
She was a beautiful woman and I hope I am like her.
I miss her so much!
How can you not even shed a tear!
I have tears on my face while I’m writing this poem,
Just thinking about the memories,
And all the hurt I’m in.
I love you,
And I love her,
But I can’t love someone whose not here.
This is why I’m so tired.
For my mother:
In the mornings I wake up and fight back tears,
Thinking of you makes me feel weak,
But I continue to endear,
And seek,
A filling for this huge hole that you left behind,
Feeling out of control all hours of the night,
Struggling to keep my mind,
While crying my tears out of sight.
I don’t know why God took you,
Why he left me feeling numb,
Lost and hopeless with a new view,
On life, and I feel so dumb,
For slicing my wrists,
And making myself bleed,
I’m not twisted,
I swear, I just have one little need,
For a mother who can’t be there,
For one I can’t even see,
God took you away from me, it isn’t fair,
He took you to Heaven, leaving me no key.
I try not to question,
And I try not to cry,
But I’m in a depression,
And I don’t want to try,
To get out of it and be happy,
To be the old me,
But most of the time I just feel too crappy,
I just hope that you can see,
That I love you and I always will,
Even though you’re not here,
However I love you still,
And I’ll always believe
I’m only 15 btw.. I don’t know what a lot of this poem stuff means.. All I know is what I’ve learned in English I. These poems aren’t supposed to be "proper’ or anything, just venting my feelings.
A few weeks ago something very bad happened to me. I was raped. I had a very scary dream the other night which was related to what has happened to me.
It started off as a very good dream. I was shopping in my favourite clothing stores, it was all very bright and colourful, i was happy. Then i was kidnapped, all of a sudden i was stuck in a car with a whole heap of guys. one of the guys was the one who had raped me. He was saying he was going to take me away and smash me and rape me again. I felt a sense of rage i started punching him and letting it all out on him. It had no effect all. Before i knew it i was in the middle of no where. Waiting… i knew what was coming i was scared. I pulled out my phone and text someone for help. Anyone. Then a car pulled up. It was one of my friends donna ( she has been raped before and i have been wanted to tell her what had happened to me for a while because i feel she would be my best support) She was there to save me. I felt relived. She told me it would all be ok and she was going to take me far away out of this place. I was crying i could feel the tears pouring out. I thought we were safe until a convoy of cars started following us until we were eventually cornered and helpless. I was dragged out of the car and beaten. Someone hit me over the head and i was on the ground. I picked up a pocket knife. Frantically i tryed to find the blade, but there was no blade just screw drivers and weird stuff. I found a pair of scissors and stabbed this guy it the back repeatively and then stabbed him in the head. He pulled them out of his head and stabbed me in the leg. Eventually the police came to the rescue. Suddenly i was somewhere else. I was in my class room everything was normal. My friend who had tryed to save me was sitting behind me. She asked me why they wanted to hurt me why was i taken away and kidnapped. I told her… I was raped.
I woke up crying.…
Yes i was actually raped about a month ago… also ive heard that the guy who raped me wants to smash me so thats probably causing the nightmares because im scared.
Hey,
When i feel overwhelmed, I have this distinct horrible feeling of heartbreak in my chest. I have a little pocket knife, that i hold up to my heart (as if to stab myself), and just hold it there and take deep breathes until the feeling or panic stops. It’s really weird sometimes the horrible feeling almost instantly goes away, or at least with in 5 minutes. As i hold it there i move it around to try to find the best spot on my heart, as it there’s a specific place the pain is coming from. I don’t have any real desire to cut myself, as i wouldn’t like the pain, blood, mess, possibility of infection, and it just wouldn’t work for me. I tried to look this up online, but i couldn’t find a thing. I almost wonder if it some strange type of energy transfer, as if the pain just needs a conductor to travel through out of my heart. Of course, then why would it need to be an open blade? So i know there’s an element of psychosomatic energy release, but i still wonder how much of it could possibly be negative energy actually leaving my body. I guess it’s probably not, but then i can’t understand why this works for me, why i have no desire to cut, and why i’ve never heard of anyone else doing this. I’m also pretty introspective, and intellectual, so it’s strange to me that i cant really identify where the feelign is coming from, and why it’s such an overwhelming physical feeling cause from emotion.
Anyone else do this?
Anyone ever heard anything about this?
Any thoughts on what it could mean.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
oh and im 22, and female
yeah, and anyone with some possible comparisons or actual knowledge in psychology would be appreciated.
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