She played her symphony with a musical twist, her bow was a razor and her violin was her wrist. Her music was beautiful poetry and no one saw the truth, society is to blame for the death of another innocent youth. But before she said her final goodbye this violinist played her final notes into the night, and when the night was up and the concert was done her beautiful soul was put to rest. And there we have the final good bye and the amateur violinist slipped into the night.


3. 2.

"Excuse me?" a deep voice replied. I looked up at hie with a spiteful... I didn't realise who it was till i properly saw his face...he is that kid from that band called...damn what's it called? they are really really bad..have no beat in there music...Oh yeah, One Direction is it? "what?" I snapped back. "why did you swear at me?" He asked confused. "I'm sure you've heard it before" i said as i nudged past him. "Yeah i have actually, but i don't think you have the right to use that tone with not your mum or dad..." he started. I turned around, my hood fell down. tears started to form in my eyes, i tried to hold them in it was to hard, i started to cry just thinking about my mum and dad. "Yeah," I said through my tears "maybe its because they're dead" i started shouting at him "i dont care what you think of me but i would never talk to my parents like that if i had them, so dont think you know me.." i was still kind of shouting, "You know Nothing!" and with that i started to run away. i couldn't see where i was going because the tears made my sight blurry. -Liam POV- I saw her run away, i felt really bad. i know she was the one who started it but still. i couldnt let her run away...she'll probably think about there death to much she'll actually want to join them or something stupid, i mean its happened before to one of my friends...i have to apologise. I started to run after her, she turned down lots of little back alleys and ran under subways and over main roads without looking, but finally she stopped at a bridge. she stood in the centre of it and looked out a t the ice cold lake. I could see her face better now, she was still crying though. i walked up to her slowly and stood next her. Her hands were on the bridge barrier...she was so pale... "im sorry..." i said quietly " i didn't know" "I don't need an apology its ju--" she started "No there isn't any excuse i shouldn't of spoke to you like that...i've had a rough night." She looked at me with a stone cold expression like i just said something disgusting... "and you dont think ive had a rough night? fuck that, im had a rough life... do you no how it feels to be unwanted by everyone? to be bullied everyday of your life?" she said in an annoying tone. i looked away.. "yeah that's why i thought, go complain to someone who cares.." she said getting quieter. She rolled up her sleeves revealing what seemed to be cuts? of some sort? Then is all started to make sense.. a girl who had no bullied because no one cared...was running away from something...seemed sad depressed and lonely...with cuts on her arm? there was an awkward silence, i didn't know what to say, I didn't know her but i felt the need to help her, i mean no one should do that to themselves... "why do you do it?" i finally said in a shaky voice. "do what?" she said "hurt yourself?" i said stepping closer to her. She looked at me confused for a minute before realising what i meant she looked at her arm and quickly rolled down her sleeve. she looked around as if nothing happened. i thought it would be best if i also ignored what i just said. it was getting pretty late anyway, i dont know whether to invite her back to mine? Or just let her run away.Save her and feel good, or not leave her and feel guilty? the choice is clear... "Hey, have you got any where to stay tonight?" i asked quietly. "No." she replied bluntly. "Well you could crash at mine if you want? i have a spare room..." "Why would you want me, some messed up girl you don't no to stay at your house?" she asked staring at me. 
i didn't no how to answer should i say ' i wanna help you stop cutting cause i care?' nah shell think I'm crazy.
"I was just being nice" i said.
"oh then yes please" 
We walked back to my apartment in silence.


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