<human>: So a few days ago I was in my dining room getting ready for dinner when I realized that I wanted something to drink. I went to the fridge and found nothing that I could have with dinner, so I decided to head to my basement fridge where we have the extra milk, lemonade, etc. I head down the stairs and I'm going a bit too fast and start to fall, so I jerk my hand out to try and catch myself on the railing. As I do this, my arm rubs against the railing the entire fall down, and gets sliced open, so I have a big cut along the side of my arm. I don't feel like it's a big deal but it is bleeding kinda bad so I just grab a couple band aids and patch it up myself. The next day, I'm at school and several kids see me with like 4 band aids along my arm and ask what happened and if I'm ok. I tell the story but apparently some people don't believe me and tell a teacher that I may have cut myself. So today I get pulled out of class to go talk to my counselor. I assume it's about college stuff since I'm a senior and its late April, but instead I get asked a bunch of questions about my mental state and if I'm depressed and all that. So I'm forced to explain the situation to the counselor again, and even now the administration is on high alert to make sure I'm not going to do anything I might regret.

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<bot>: fell down the stairs and cut my arm, people thought I slit my wrist on purpose, school counselor had to have a very uncomfortable conversation about depression.